Jemsyn's hands shook and he dropped the injector. It clatters out of his hands again when he leans down to pick it up.
"Damn thing should do as I say." He hisses under his breath, picks up the used syringe and sets it on the counter next to the others. He briefly catches his own eyes in the mirror and turns away.
His mind is beginning to clear now. Three stims in and he can finally think. His heart is beating faster now and he fights down a grin. He throws the injectors aside, and swaggers out of the dingy Alderaanian spaceport 'fresher to find Jorgan.
"Are you okay..?" Jorgan asks hesitatingly. He hops down the stairs energetically.
"Never better," he says with a smile, misses the next step. Jorgan steadies him. Organa Castle isn't hard to find, they climb the stairs, go inside and he's getting antsier, the shadows seem darker here, the rooms colder. He flashes a grin to the guard, who lets them see the prisoner.
"Where's Gearbox?" He demands instantly. Thul doesn't flinch. He hits Thul in the stomach.
"I'm losing my patience," he growls, his Thul again, goes for a third. Jorgan catches his arm.
"Sir?" Jorgan sounds worried. He snatches his hand back.
"Back off!" He snaps, shoving Jorgan roughly. Jorgan takes a step back, startled.
"Hey," Jorgan says soothingly, "It's alright; I didn't mean anything by it." He flinches when Jorgan moves next, draws his gun, aims at his subordinate's heart.
And just as quickly drops it, his hands flying to his head. Jorgan puts a palm against his forehead and he instinctively leans into the cool touch. His breath is ragged and shallow and this time when Jorgan touches him, he allows it. Jorgan picks him up, carries him princess style out of the cell. The guard approaches, he jerks in Jorgan's arms, trying to get away. Jorgan waves the guard off, sends a text-based comm message to Dorne.
Something has gone very, very wrong.
Elara blames herself. She knew. She knew about Jemsyn's addiction and she could have stopped him but she didn't. She doesn't know what she had been thinking. Jemsyn, the man she was beginning to fall for, had outright attacked Aric twice, nearly gutting the cathar with his bes'bev when Aric helped him out of his armor. They'd locked all weapons and potentially dangerous items in the armory, and the only key to the deadbolted medbay now hung around Elara's neck.
Jemsyn lapsed in and out of consciousness, and for the first time in a long time, Elara felt useless. Aric had dressed him in one of the cathar's spare shirts; it hung off his thin frame, making the mirialan seem all the more skeletal.
She gently squeezed Jemsyn's hand. All they could do now is wait.