Coming Back to Haunt
I arrived in the kitchen a little late for lunch, but there were leftovers and I was grateful for them. I got my meal together, putting the sandwich on my plate, but one thing that was missing was cutlery, so I went into the kitchen and rummaged around in some of the drawers.
I paused when I heard myself humming. I looked up. I suddenly realized that I was feeling... content. Yes, there were moments of considerable happiness on this Island -- a lot having to do with Zell -- but this was different. Right here, right now, I was feeling... content with my life.
A little voice inside my head spoke up with a warning. The Island likes to knock people down. It likes to raise up hopes, and then take everything away. Even if Zell didn't disappear on me, there was any number of things the Island could do to disrupt my life.
But then I thought: I'll deal with that when it comes. I'm happy here and now, and I'll hold onto that feeling as long as I can.
I sorted through the cutlery drawer again, then jerked back my arm as something cut across the back of my hand. "Ow!"
I pulled my hand out. It was a nasty gash. Blood was already trickling down my fingers and up my forearm. Shocked, I looked from my hand to the drawer, wondering what had cut me. That was when I saw it.
The switchblade. The switchblade. The one I'd handed to Adam when I was twelve and almost blind with grief and fury over Joshua's murder. I'd made him keep it on him, thinking he would use it on Kari, and instead he'd used it to save Kari from a shark.
I stumbled back when another thought hit me: it also held a lethal dose of the anesthetic MS-222.
"Uh, oh."
I could see the liquid dripping off the tip of the blade. The entire dose hadn't gone in me, but some must have had. I took a step to the door, and my knees wobbled. "Whoa!" My vision flickered, and I fell into a table, knocking over a chair. I struggled to hold on. Yes, clearly some of it had.
"Help," I croaked. And I fell over.
[[OOC: Polly has just received her third item, and been given enough of a dose of anesthetic to make her very wobbly and possibly knock her out. She'll be fine once she stays overnight at the clinic, but we need to get her there. ST/LT fine. Come rescue our damsel in distress]]
I paused when I heard myself humming. I looked up. I suddenly realized that I was feeling... content. Yes, there were moments of considerable happiness on this Island -- a lot having to do with Zell -- but this was different. Right here, right now, I was feeling... content with my life.
A little voice inside my head spoke up with a warning. The Island likes to knock people down. It likes to raise up hopes, and then take everything away. Even if Zell didn't disappear on me, there was any number of things the Island could do to disrupt my life.
But then I thought: I'll deal with that when it comes. I'm happy here and now, and I'll hold onto that feeling as long as I can.
I sorted through the cutlery drawer again, then jerked back my arm as something cut across the back of my hand. "Ow!"
I pulled my hand out. It was a nasty gash. Blood was already trickling down my fingers and up my forearm. Shocked, I looked from my hand to the drawer, wondering what had cut me. That was when I saw it.
The switchblade. The switchblade. The one I'd handed to Adam when I was twelve and almost blind with grief and fury over Joshua's murder. I'd made him keep it on him, thinking he would use it on Kari, and instead he'd used it to save Kari from a shark.
I stumbled back when another thought hit me: it also held a lethal dose of the anesthetic MS-222.
"Uh, oh."
I could see the liquid dripping off the tip of the blade. The entire dose hadn't gone in me, but some must have had. I took a step to the door, and my knees wobbled. "Whoa!" My vision flickered, and I fell into a table, knocking over a chair. I struggled to hold on. Yes, clearly some of it had.
"Help," I croaked. And I fell over.
[[OOC: Polly has just received her third item, and been given enough of a dose of anesthetic to make her very wobbly and possibly knock her out. She'll be fine once she stays overnight at the clinic, but we need to get her there. ST/LT fine. Come rescue our damsel in distress]]