"Heavenless"
4. Hallucinating
She went back into the room. There, frozen in the state she had put her, Ginger's corpse was waiting, glazed over eyes staring into the distance. It was an object of the abstract for Brigitte, full of implicit meaning and innuendo in its silence. Half-remembered ideas and half-forgotten memories all finding embodiment in the hollow shell of a lycanthropic form.
Lycanthrope. Shit. She had forgotten about the monkshood syringe. She circled around the corpse and climbed over Ginger's bed to look for it. Lying in a small pool of blood was the syringe, with the needle intact and monkshood essence still in it. The purple liquid just... safe and sound, waiting idly.
Brigitte's hand was halfway through to it, when Sam's voice stopped her.
See, that's a bad idea, because there is no way to match for metabolism, bodyweight... how would you know?
Brigitte turned to the door. There he was. Wearing that same shirt as his corpse, which she knew to be very near. She blinked a few times, forcing herself to focus. He was still there.
Great. Everything, and now she was hallucinating. Seeing ghosts.
She didn't have time for this.
Brigitte grabbed the syringe. She'd figure it out later.
About half ought to do it,though. Sam's ghost was speaking, Consider McCarthy. Twice your weight, easy.
"Shut up. I'll figure it out later. Right now I need to get the fuck out of here."
Go, then. Stop hallucinating and go.
