RP: I need potions! Date: May 19, 2006 Characters: Millicent, Orla Location: The Shack Private/Public: Private Rating: R Warnings: Substance abuse Summary: Running out of potions, Millicent has an accident, only unlike most she's not upset by the pain – rather relieved instead.
This tiredness couldn't be good for her, Millicent thought, as she nearly collapsed on the sofa again. It was the second time today she'd almost fell asleep standing up, and she needed to do something about it before it was time to pick up Ella from school. Luckily it was easy fixed as the healers had provided her with a potion to clear her mind last time she'd been there, something to put the focus back into her life, they'd said. They'd been very helpful. When was it they'd told her to come back? Soon. She was sure.
Walking upstairs, a tight grip on the railing so she wouldn't fall, she finally reached the bathroom and walked inside and over to the medicine cabinet, which she opened with a wave of her wand. She reached up to find a little brown bottle, containing the potion she needed. Only when she uncapped it, she found the cap loose, and the vial empty. Glaring at it, she let it fall to the sink as she reached for another one, only to discover this one filled with water. The next one too was empty, as was the one after that until all the vials in the cabinet had been tested.
Screaming out her frustration, Millicent went over the other bottles. Empty. Or filled with water as she'd tried to keep Justin from finding out just how many a day she took. Only she was sure there had to be some one. One! A single one. One that would give her what she needed.
She didn't notice that the bottle had broken, she didn't notice when she slammed her hand angrily down into the sink, the result leading to her screaming again as the pain cut through her as the glass did her hand. The pain, however, cleared her mind almost as efficiently as a potion and for a moment, she stood there, watching her hand bleed. Watching as the red drops splattered onto the sink and the shards of glass, she simply looked at it, slowly picking out the glass from her hand. She'd been through worse pains - and this dulled the ache inside. For now. Still, even she realised however that she needed a healer. It was too deep a cut for her to handle on her own, especially with her left hand.
Taking a towel from the hook on the wall, Millicent wrapped it around the wound before carefully disposing of the remains of the vials in the sink. It took a while longer than was probably wise, but it didn't matter, she couldn't leave them there. Justin would get suspicious and there was no reason for him to be. The healers had given her the potions. There was nothing wrong with her using them. Even if they had told her to cut back, ease out of it, make sure to stop needing them.
What the hell did they know about loss?
The hand would give her new potions though. She knew. Of course it would. Wrapping the towel tighter around her hand, Millicent headed out of the house, walking straight to the Shack while ignoring the looks she received from passers by. So she was bleeding, what was so horrible with that? Walking was the only way to get to the Shack, after all, and she needed to get there. To get her hand fixed. To get potions. She was almost smiling when she told the mediwitch she needed a healer. It probably would have worked better if the loss of blood didn't start to make her light headed and pale (paler) than usual.
No matter the reason, the mediwitch disappeared quickly, after seating her in a chair. She hoped she wouldn't have to wait too long.