[Third Night]

[letsplotting]

[You may feel the press of fabric to your mouth, Raven.]

Comments

[boysandgils]

[can I try to take it out forcefully?]

[letsplotting]

[You are weak from knock-out gas. Also, this is chloroform.]

I didn't want to risk your being injured or given the wrong dosage.

[pulling the fabric away to check the syringe in her hand]

[boysandgils]

[oh yeah, knock-out gas. how I hate you. attempting to take a look around, too weak to actually try to sit down]

Who...?

[letsplotting]

[looking him in the eye for a moment before tying off his arm, squirting some fluid out, and injecting]

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