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Enola froze in her sister’s grip as she tried to think. Symptoms? What was different this time? At the moment she could hardly remember who had given it to her. But she could list symptoms. She could explain what she was experiencing. Right? “Paranoia, hypersensitive…. Increased anxiety, ” she listed as she struggled to stay focused long enough to list everything.
Too general; could be anything. Could be an anxiety attack. Anxiety attack wouldn’t have Enola shaking like this, though, nor have her pupils blow open so wide. A psychedelic slipped in with the oxy? An unexpected trip could easily turn bad, especially for a mind so used to control as theirs. Grappling with her sister, she wrapped her up and held her close. “Shh, you’re okay. It will pass.” Little comfort, she knew, in the grips of the seeming insanity, but besides waiting it out, what could they do? No sedatives on hand, which might only make the fear worse, layered with the frozen in feeling of helplessness.
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Enola struggled trying to break away from Sherlock, but couldn’t break free. “I don’t know, Sherlock. I don’t know. It was supposed to just be oxy…” She shook her head before squeezing her eyes shut. Sherlock wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that.
Sherlock might not seem strong, being tall and slight, but it was a deceptive strength paired with desperate will that kept her holding on to her sister, trying to still her against her chest. “Who gave it to you?” Then her lips snapped together and she gave an annoyed shake of her head. Questions for later. “Symptoms, Enola. Focus, and tell me, so we can figure out what it was.”
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“I wouldn’t dare be stupid in your presence.”
He’s mocking her, she’s sure, and it makes the scowl deepen.
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Just as he thought. “So you wish for me to shut up, but remain here?”
Yes. But she only scowled and said, “Don’t be stupid.”
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“Not at all, but in this moment you’re very irritable.” The elder rolls his eyes at all. “Would you prefer me to leave?”
“No.” Waspish, but she stopped short of saying she actually wanted everyone else gone. Besides, saying it wouldn’t make it happen.
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“Yes, I heard you. Are you in a mood today? How unfortunate. Here I thought I perhaps caught you in a decent one.” They were rarely in a decent mood at the same time, and he really shouldn’t be surprised.
“Is a mood necessary for the truth?” Yes she was in a mood. A mood brought on by peevish annoyance with the idea of having company at all.
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“Excuse me?”
“I told you to shut up. The people who you might sway with your nattering are too stupid to understand you, and you’re merely annoying the rest of us.” The rest of us here being her alone, everyone else in their company being roundly dismissed as idiots.
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