Whatever he'd said to her had been imperceptible, too hushed for her to make out, though she'd strained to hear it. Would it have done any good? Would it have given her any clues?
It doesn't matter now. Now she's on the ground, and just as she's noting the closeness of the air and the sense of the walls around her, and the smell of the stone, that glass vial is at her mouth. Spurred by desperation, Tiffany wrenches sharply back, trying to move her head, bump her chin against the vial, anything, anything to stop whatever is being pressed on her from going in her mouth.
"No," is the word she manages, raggedly--why would be next, but she can't get that out.
The word is smothered by the liquid pouring into Tiffany's mouth, Gideon forcing her head back to tip it down her throat. It only takes about ten seconds for the medicine to take effect: her vision clouds, blackens at the edges, and then all is silent. A dreamless sleep, keeping her unconscious for hours on end.
When she wakes, which she eventually will, Gideon is already there. He almost always times it perfectly, allowing very little time for her to stir before he puts her right back to sleep-- sometimes he'll give her a bit of bread, a few sips of water. She's not meant to die, at least not yet.
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Date: 2021-10-29 11:22 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter now. Now she's on the ground, and just as she's noting the closeness of the air and the sense of the walls around her, and the smell of the stone, that glass vial is at her mouth. Spurred by desperation, Tiffany wrenches sharply back, trying to move her head, bump her chin against the vial, anything, anything to stop whatever is being pressed on her from going in her mouth.
"No," is the word she manages, raggedly--why would be next, but she can't get that out.
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Date: 2021-10-30 12:07 am (UTC)A dreamless sleep, keeping her unconscious for hours on end.
When she wakes, which she eventually will, Gideon is already there. He almost always times it perfectly, allowing very little time for her to stir before he puts her right back to sleep-- sometimes he'll give her a bit of bread, a few sips of water. She's not meant to die, at least not yet.