- Pitch's POV -

The globe had spoken. The image was clear. At long last, she had fallen to sleep by her own tears. I shook my head at the image before waving my hand swiftly across the top, dispelling the vision. 'Why do I feel such guilt? Why did I harm her so? Why do I care? Why am I feeling these complex foreign emotions!?' I growled to myself as I folded my arms behind my back, making my way to my secondary chambers. Even the Boogeyman needs a rest once in a while. As I made my way down the hall, I paused. "..." I turned back with a defeated sigh. She couldn't go much longer in this state. I had to do something about the pain.

After slinking through the shadows I slowly opened the door to her... or rather /my/ chambers, the shadows quickly enveloping the room as if bowing in my presence. I acknowledged them with a dismissive wave of my pale hand before focussing on what lay before me.

With a confused stare, I watched her sleeping form. The slow and rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she slept. I crept nearer to her bed to study her further. As expected, she was a mess. Her hair was drenched from her tears, and as I pulled back the black satin covers, I could see her bare skin glistening with sweat. 'What could I possibly give to her?' Being immortal, I rarely needed any sort of pain killers, and honestly, I was out of touch with the medical world. I grit my teeth once more before turning around. "Come!" My voice echoed throughout the room with the sharp command as I summoned the one Night Mare I knew I could trust. I quickly looked back to see if I had woken her. 'No. Not even a stir…'

The girl was so out of it, she didn't even stir. This wasn't good. I then turned my attention back to the Night Mare. "Go to the nearest hospital. The first one you can find. Bring me back /EVERY/ pill bottle you can find. Needles if you must. Anything that can ease pain." I glanced at her body once more, and I could see it in her smallest of motions. Her pain had grown, and I knew there was a fear for infection. I hissed with irritation as I saw the beast still standing there. "GO!" With startled look a loud snort, the back of his body swirled and transformed into shadows as he galloped through the air and out of sight. "… don't take too long." I snarled as I watched him leave. "Stupid horse…" I made my way into the bath area to fill a basin with cool water. I grabbed a towel and walked back to her bedside, dipping it in and wringing it out before placing it on her forehead. "…" All I could do was stare. Though battered and torn, her beauty still lingered. Her chest was just barely covered by the bandages, and her sleek black panties were at an angle. I was mesmerized... almost tempted to just reach out my hand and…-

I froze in place as I heard the familiar snort behind me, and I turned to see the Night Mare with a hollow stomach filled with various pills, vials, and medications. He was looking at me with a skeptical look, one eyelid half closed and the other open. I regained my composure and cleared my throat. "Good… you have done well. Now drop them here... and leave." He looked a bit annoyed at my tone and lack of praise, but nevertheless, he followed my command, dropping the load of pain killers upon the opposite side of the bed before evaporating into the shadows.

There were so many that I honestly didn't know where to begin. "Hmm… Diazepam, Oxycodone, Hydromorphone, Valium, Dilaudid, Tramadol, Morphine…" I shook my head with a 'what the bloody hell!?' look and a growl. "How am I to decode all of this!? What do these even do? ..." I mentally slapped myself as I realized what I had just said. "The labels... right..."

I held up the Oxycodone bottle to read the label. "Oxycodone: an oral medication generally prescribed for the relief of moderate to severe pain." I blinked a few times. "Perhaps this?" I nodded and set the bottle aside before picking up the next. "Diazepam: Used to treat muscle spasms and anxiety." I nodded again before setting that bottle with the other. "These two seem to be the best at the moment… but how can she swallow them when she's asleep? Hmph… I doubt she'd even trust me enough to take what I give her after my little stunt earlier." I inwardly cursed before a moonray glinted upon one of the vials.

"Hm? What's this…?" I picked up the vial, carefully avoiding the needle before reading the label. "Morphine: used to treat moderate to severe pain. Short-acting formations are taken as needed for pain. Extended-release morphine is for use when around-the-clock pain relief is needed. …" I looked up through the barred window. "… hmph. Thank you... I suppose." I regarded MIM with a half-hearted nod before carefully removing the needle cap. "… this had better work." I then slid the needle into her pale upper arm, slowly pressing down on the syringe to release the powerful drug into her tormented veins, and almost instantly, I could see a look of relief upon her sleeping face. "That will have to do for now…" I removed the needle and disposed of it with a flick of my wrist before moving the rest of the medication into a small box. I nodded to myself, covering her body back up with the blanket, then walking back to the door to make a quiet exit. "Yes... now perhaps she can rest peacefully…-"

"NOOOOOOO!"


"There are some things that just have to be done…"


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