"This one's coming round, Morph, wanna top up the dose or let him wake up a bit?" A voice, one that would normally be grating on his nerves no doubt in usual circumstances…it was so irritating. A hand slid over his cheek, stroking it casually before his chin was lifted,
"Good morning, Wolverine" Now this voice on the other hand, would never get on his nerves. It was music and laughter and sunlight all rolled into one. It promised Nirvana. With a gargantuan effort he forced his eyes open to see the woman before him. There were little blue and red lights flashing in the air…he went cross eyed trying to watch them and laughed at himself. The woman before him smiled a little in reply, just an upturn corner of her mouth. She was red, bright, scarlet red. Red hair, red mouth, red eyes, red tail, red skin, red, red, red. Logan smiled back, laughing again and not really knowing why, some tiny part of his mind trying to get his attention…Red means poison, she looks like a devil…
"You can't give him any more! It'll kill him!" Familiar voice, it brought blue to mind…blue…Hank McCoy, the doctor. Can't give what? Who cares? Look at the lights, they're so pretty…
"I thought you'd knocked him out?" The red woman murmured, still smiling, never once taking her eyes away from Logans,
"He came round, duh" There was a dull clang and a groan, "problem solved. Sphinx want's him moved anyway"
"So how about it Wolverine? Want some more?" The red woman purred, Logan laughed,
"No" A new voice said firmly. The red woman looked away. This was a bad thing in Logans fogged mind but he wasn't sure he cared, "I want them unharmed…as much as possible" Another woman approached, cloaked and cowled, the only thing visible two glowing red eyes. The Sphinx, Wolverines mind screamed at him but he just couldn't be bothered to unleash his claws, "Morphine overdose is not a fitting death for someone like the Wolverine"
"But-"
"Think of something else, some other way to keep him out. I don't want him killed, he may prove useful later on" The hood turned to face the scarlet woman, "it's always useful to have spare tools lying around, Morphia, you never know when you'll need them" The scarlet woman nodded silently, looking sulky and the hooded one went away. Logan barely registered any of it, the little lights were making rude shapes in the air now and he could hear himself laughing,
"He'll wake up an addict, you know" The irritating voice that belonged to someone he couldn't see said. The scarlet woman turned back, her hand still warm on Logans face,
"One last dose won't hurt him...everyone's an addict, Lev" She smiled at Logan as she drifted closer, red means poison! "They just don't know it yet"
A/N --- And yeah, I know opium poppies (where Morphine itself – eventually - comes from) are white but…just…red! I wonder what Logan would really be like spaced out on Morphine…
