Columbia stood over Frank's body. She had forgotten.. Her mind wandered.
Riff Raff and Magenta had thrown the three bodies out the first level
window during their take-off. Rocky, Frank, and herself had been hurled to
the ground. Dr. Scott had seen fit to revive only Columbia.
He had hidden Rocky and Frank in one of his laboratories, giving them only enough medicine to keep them in coma. He had lied to Columbia once she was awake, with Brad and Janet's help. They had all said that Dr. Scott couldn't save him..
Her brow furrowed: 'Him'. She never cared that Rocky had not been rescued, instead hoping against hope that Frank had made it out ok..
And now.. Here she was. She was in the lab that Dr. Scott had hidden Frank and Rocky. She had come to the lab because she needed her medicine for the current month's dose. The doctor hadn't been around, so she had gone exploring. She was shocked to find him.. Still young, still wrapped in his corset, still covered in smeared make-up.. Still beautiful.
She had at first been angry at Dr. Scott, and that had quickly melted into an immense feeling of compassion for Frank. He was only sleeping.. She reached out and touched his cheek. It was warm, with life.
His eyes were closed, and the look on his face was that of complete relaxation. Columbia whispered to him, "Twelve years, Frankie.. Since you corrupted me an' then left me on my own.. Yer right here an' yet.. You're so distant." She brushed stray hairs from his forehead. The table he lay on was a white research slab. She smiled, "This is a dream come true.. Just to see you again."
She concluded that Dr. Scott must have been running tests on Frank.. and Rocky, but she didn't care about him. She looked about, opening cabinets at a frantic pace. Finally, she found it. She had seen it enough to know its look. It was the medicine she was given every month to keep alive. Who knew where Scotty had gotten it, but then again, who cared? (Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.) She guessed that if she gave Frank a regular dose, rather than whatever fraction of one that Scott had been giving him, she could bring him to consciousness.
She poured the thick liquid into the measuring cup that was also the medicine's bottle cap. When it hit the three tbsp. Line, she stopped. She rushed to Frank, careful not to spill. She tipped her hand into his mouth at a gentle slope, and Frank coughed a few times before swallowing.
She then ran back to the cabinet, put the bottle to her lips, and swallowed the medicine straight from it. She had a feeling that she didn't have time to measure it. Dr. Scott had also told her that too much would only extend her living time before needing her next dose. She finally capped the bottle and put it back. When she turned, Dr. Furter was trying to sit up.
He had hidden Rocky and Frank in one of his laboratories, giving them only enough medicine to keep them in coma. He had lied to Columbia once she was awake, with Brad and Janet's help. They had all said that Dr. Scott couldn't save him..
Her brow furrowed: 'Him'. She never cared that Rocky had not been rescued, instead hoping against hope that Frank had made it out ok..
And now.. Here she was. She was in the lab that Dr. Scott had hidden Frank and Rocky. She had come to the lab because she needed her medicine for the current month's dose. The doctor hadn't been around, so she had gone exploring. She was shocked to find him.. Still young, still wrapped in his corset, still covered in smeared make-up.. Still beautiful.
She had at first been angry at Dr. Scott, and that had quickly melted into an immense feeling of compassion for Frank. He was only sleeping.. She reached out and touched his cheek. It was warm, with life.
His eyes were closed, and the look on his face was that of complete relaxation. Columbia whispered to him, "Twelve years, Frankie.. Since you corrupted me an' then left me on my own.. Yer right here an' yet.. You're so distant." She brushed stray hairs from his forehead. The table he lay on was a white research slab. She smiled, "This is a dream come true.. Just to see you again."
She concluded that Dr. Scott must have been running tests on Frank.. and Rocky, but she didn't care about him. She looked about, opening cabinets at a frantic pace. Finally, she found it. She had seen it enough to know its look. It was the medicine she was given every month to keep alive. Who knew where Scotty had gotten it, but then again, who cared? (Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.) She guessed that if she gave Frank a regular dose, rather than whatever fraction of one that Scott had been giving him, she could bring him to consciousness.
She poured the thick liquid into the measuring cup that was also the medicine's bottle cap. When it hit the three tbsp. Line, she stopped. She rushed to Frank, careful not to spill. She tipped her hand into his mouth at a gentle slope, and Frank coughed a few times before swallowing.
She then ran back to the cabinet, put the bottle to her lips, and swallowed the medicine straight from it. She had a feeling that she didn't have time to measure it. Dr. Scott had also told her that too much would only extend her living time before needing her next dose. She finally capped the bottle and put it back. When she turned, Dr. Furter was trying to sit up.