MOTH MOUND

CHAPTER 10

MEDICATION

DEFINITION

A drug or other form of medicine that is used to treat or prevent disease.

"He was given medication for pain."

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DATE - JULY 8TH 2015

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The Warden stood in his office and spilled pain medication onto his palm. Tabby awkwardly stood by the door, most likely fumbling with her plastic thumbs. The Warden would pick out three pills and force them into his mouth before he drank from a flask to wash them down.

After a cough from the whiskey subsided, Tabby's whirring cleared up. She had news. The Warden looked over just in time for Tabby to cheer slightly, "Yo, Chief, check-it!" She pointed to her screen to show a graph with several peaking lines, "Everyone just had a huge disease-usage spike!"

The Warden showed a slight interest, but not enough to get him to lean off his desk or even express it. A dry sigh escaped him before he rubbed his face. Tabby was slightly disappointed by his lack of reaction, so she followed up with, "And they all still have a pulse, so no one was murdered!" She cheered, "I mean, no Virus, at least, the Psychiatrist lady might be dead, they don't seem like they liked her."

Warden shifted his leg to test the pain levels. He winced with a grumble. Tabby flinched, "Woah, hey, don't sweat it, we can check out who died later!" The machine flailed her arms, "Alvi isn't dead, so he'd still be writing everything!"

This brought the greying man slightly comfort it seemed. His breath was hollow and quiet before he spoke, "I have to make a call," He explained, "Call Veronica." He shooed his hand at her, and Tabby got the memo.

However, she felt the need to have a final message, "I want it on record that the child psychologist was Tabby Vonelché's idea," She brazenly stated as she dialed up the scientist.

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At that time, I returned to my own vision. I was still scratching the logs in from earlier to catch up. My wrist hurt horribly, but I ignored it. A foot or so beside me, Clover was leaned against the wall she was left at. Joslyn and Naya were in-charge of helping Clover with her wounds.

Surprisingly, Joslyn knew quite a lot about first aid. Just as Naya was about to use a bandage, Joslyn had butted in, "No, don't bandage yet-" She explained, her hand outstretched to stop the other, "You need water for chafe marks."

Naya hummed, "They didn't give us any water," She looked around, seeing Skylar in the distance where she hadn't moved, "Sky probably would have helped if she wasn't so..." She shrugged, looking to Joslyn, "Stubborn?"

Joslyn hummed and looked to the ginger who had static around her puff of hair. Joslyn sighed, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Naya let them sit in silence for a few seconds before she felt the need to ask, "Hey, why uh... That sunscreen trick was really funky," She started, "Like a really good idea, cus it worked 'n all but... How did you know that would work?"

The way she said that made it sound like she had a hunch of why. Joslyn picked up on her tone, and her face grew somewhat anxious, which of course, spread to Naya, who doubled back, "Uh, you don't have to answer, obviously!" Naya re-assured, "But like, I won't judge or nothin, ok?" She offered a pensive smile.

Joslyn let off a tense hum. With a grumble, Clover swayed her hands slightly, "Stop!' She harmlessly slapped Joslyn in the face, "Your feelings are contagious!" Clover then looked at her hand, "Why did your face scratch me?" She stuck out her tongue with a displeased expression.