WHO: Hannah Snow, Blaise Harman and Thierry Descouedres who may or may not be dying. WHEN: In the midst of caring for the survivors of the Titanic castle strike. WHERE: Black Dawn SUMMARY: Hannah thinks Thierry is knocking on deaths door. Thierry says he's not and says Blaise can fix it. Hannah needs to find Blaise like...NOW. Right this second. RATING: PG-13, at least I think. Hannah isn't prone to swearing. STATUS: complete
Hannah was on a mission. She had to find Blaise and she had to find her now. She'd had to force herself to leave the room because the idea of leaving his side when he was so weak made her ill. But, of course, it had to be done, and so here she was, racing down the destroyed hallways of Black Dawn in search for Blaise. Hannah didn't know if Blaise was really the right choice, but Thierry would know better than she would, so she would have to trust his judgement. She just hoped she could trust Blaise as well. She wanted this kept quiet, and she wanted Thierry left alone until he was better. If he could even get better.
All those years of elementary school lessons on poison floated through her mind and left horrible images in their wake. Hannah had always been very conscientious in school, and so when her teachers informed her about the evils of poison and how deadly they were, Hannah took those words to heart. Her household use to be filled with bottles that were decorated with the tiny, green Mr. Yuk stickers, and the number to poison control was kept on the list of important numbers to call. She was just itching to get to a phone to call that number right now, but she knew it would do no good. Poison control could only help those who had beating hearts sadly. Blaise was her only hope now.