It was about 9:10 when Marcy herd footsteps moving towards the door. She was fading in and out from the pain. A tall guy dressed in blue wearing a hat walked in. "Great. This is it. He's the one who kidnapped me. I shouldn't have taken off the mask." she thought to herself. She was helpless, powerless. She prepared for the worst. She was astounded when she felt nothing but warm hands softly feeling over her foot. She was about to ask what was going on when he ran off and down the hall. "Whats happening? Where did he go? He's going to get something dangerous probably." she thought to herself. She was more astounded when he came back with medical supplies. He gave her some kind of anesthetic. All she saw was him putting on a set of gloves as she slipped into unconsciousness.
The clock on the table next to her read 11:17 when she woke up. She didn't feel so busted, but she did feel numb. And hungry. Something smelled good. She dared to sit up. No searing pain lit up her side. She was just about to lazily float out of bed towards the door when she realized something was wrong. "What did that guy give me?" she asked herself. She looked to the side and noticed the crutches and the bottle of dull blue liquid. "That explains it." Human medicine, even something as simple as a painkiller, could seriously interfere with vampire magic. She grabbed the crutches and made her way out of the room. No deranged robots or guards flooded into the hall. She reached the stairs and carefully made her way through the mysteriously familiar place.
Finn was just draining his bowl when he heard the metallic clicking of Marcy making her way down the stairs. "MARCY!" Fin shouted. "You cant be moving around so fast! You just had surgery less than 20 minutes ago!" Hearing him finally made it click in her head. It was Finn. Finn had found her in the woods. Finn had carried her across miles. Finn had just possibly saved her life (unlife? Quasi-life? The grammatics of being a half-demon half undead human was really confusing. Did that make her a quarter or three fourths undead? Whatever the case she still would've burned or starved out there.). She was in Finn's house. Her old house. That explained the familiarity. Finn's continued panic snapped her out of her thoughts and back to reality. "I smelled something." was all she managed to say before Finn picked her up and set her down on the padded sofa. "If I shouldn't be moving, why'd you leave this stuff by my bed?" inquired Marceline, holding up the crutches he'd supplied her with. "Because those meds should've kept you under till this time tommorow." said Finn. "Those things were potent, how in OOO did they wear off in 20 minutes?".
"B-MO's witch tomatoes cure poison!" excitedly shouted B-MO.
"Well, at least we know you're still alive." said Finn. "You probably want something to eat after being unconscious for the last three days. The soup is red and like B-MO said, it's magic anyway. Have a bowl I guess." he said. Right as he handed her the bowl, she was in love with the soup. She hadn't even tasted it yet and she wanted more. She ignored the spoon she'd been given and drank the whole of it in seconds. She immediately started to regret doing that. It hadn't even hit her system and the whole world started to get weird. She hadn't even been regular alcohol drunk in 200 years, let alone messed up on some wizard plant. "Did you do this on purpose?" she tried to ask before succumbing to the intoxicating effect of B-MO's "calming" soup.
"B-MO! What's in this soup?" Finn asked, doing his best to contain his panic and anger.
"You asked for calming soup. It has worked precisely as you requested. Vampires must be more susceptible to the effects of the magic. The smell alone flushed out the sedative you gave her." said a still excited B-MO. (what has got him so hyped all the time?)
Finn grabbed the recipe book off the counter and flipped through until he came across the entry for the soup. "The calming effects will last for a maximum of 12 hours or until sleep."
"So we put Marcy to bed and play video games!" said a rather excited B-MO.
"Not quite that simple B-MO. Now I'll have to watch her most of the night to make sure she doesn't drunkenly stumble out a window. Look, she's already totally out of it!" Finn said gesturing to a thoroughly drunken Marceline as she stared at the ceiling laughing like it'd just told the funniest joke but quickly stopping and turning slightly to try and hug the couch. He walked over and picked her up just as she was starting to roll backwards off the couch and onto the floorboards which would've made things that much harder. Not having any other options, he brought her back up to his bed, put her down on it as gently as he could manage, and tried to ignore the deranged remarks she was making about the stains on the wall in the hallway. He locked the door, bolted the window, and sat in his reading chair for a long evening of giggling and unintelligible mumblings about whatever thoughts popped into her head. "Just wonderful" thought Finn. "Just freakin wonderful.".