Her body was heavy, and Riff Raff would admit it, if there were someone to admit it to...he took her body all the way up to his room. Everyone in the castle was sleeping, Magenta included. And Frank was running loose, but he was probably occupied with other things. At the bottom of the 3 flights of steps he would have to take up to his tower room, he set down Lillian's body. She was out, since they drugged her to put her out of her misery for a few hours.

Since she couldn't feel a thing, he grabbed her at her arm sockets, and dragged her back first up the stairs, stopping every 10 or so to catch his breath. He was a scientist, and maybe a handyman, but no muscle man. Once he lugged her up to his room, he laid her on his bed. After that, Riff Raff trudged over to his desk, and picked up his pitcher of water. After that, he brought over a rather large pail. and a wooden chair, and smelling salts. Plotting himself down on what was a retired milking stool, he popped open the bottle containing the salts, an taking a whiff, jolted back, it sure was strong. He then held it up to Lillian's nose, and she started to come to. She still felt sick.

Riff Raff asked "Lillian? Still feel ill?"

"Yah..."

"Come on, I need you to sit up...You'll have to purge." She moaned. He helped her sit up, and deciding to skip the part where he explained she was poisoned, set the bin in her lap. "Okay. Now will you purge? It'll help you emensly." She looked at him with tired eyes.

Lillian moved her long hair behind her, and then started to put her finger down her throat. 'This is the last thing in the world I want to be doing.' she thought. 'Throwing up in front of Riff Raff. This is just weird. I've gotta get outta here.' After she threw up, she did feel better.

Laying back, Riff Raff asked "Do you still feel ill?"

"Not so much."

"Good." He brushed a few hairs from her eyes. "Feel better." she yawned, konked out, yet again.

"That was my bed!" he whined. He shut the door on his way out, and ran down to Magenta's (and Columbia's) room. There, he locked the door, and lay down next to her.

She wore simply her night gown, and he lay in his boxers under a blanket. "Darling, I love voo." she purred.

"I know. You mean the galaxy to me, and don't you forget that."

"Ilyadyf."

"What?"

"I don't know. Columbia says it to Eddie."

"Oh..." he played with her hair mindlessly.

"Good night, Riff Raff."

"Good night, my love."

Author's Note:

Well, writing this was fun. :) AND, Ilyadyfi is an acronym for 'I Love You, And Don't you Forget It' as wise words from my great Auntie. (Pronounced: Ill - iddya - Y - fy)