Morphine had been hanging around a nearby hospital when the power went out. There were so many people in pain who needed her. She couldn't deny them her help. They needed her and it felt so good to be needed. She caught bits and pieces of conversations from the nurses outside of the hospital room. They wouldn't be able to make or receive phone calls except on their phones. She stroked a woman's hair as she fell asleep, singing a little German nursery rhyme. It wasn't until the woman was completely passed out that she smiled gleefully and left the building in its dark chaos. There would be lots of people who would need her before the end of the night.
She strolled down the sidewalk, barely phased by the sound of cars smashing into each other and the swearing and shouting that followed. She glanced at one such car and saw a man bleeding heavily from his arm. "You'll be okay. Here," she pulled out a little vial and syringe. "This will help." The man was comforted within minutes of the injection and she was off on her next adventure.
Morphine witnessed the entire display as Jared stumbled and fell down. She saw the little light go out and waited for his reaction. When he couldn't stand she strutted over and knelt down next to him. "Oh dear, that looks like it hurts." There was sympathy in her voice, as much as she could put into it. She had become rather good at feigning concern over the years.