Jessica Jones
The fire alarm broke into her sleep and forced Jessica awake. She found several creative curses for the device and her circumstances as she fumbled her hand through the empty bottles and containers that littered her floor.
Grasping something that felt heavy enough she lobbed it towards the ceiling with surprising accuracy. Bottle, alarm and some plaster crumbled to the floor. But the noise died too.
Around her the floor was warped and scorched. The alarm hadn’t gone off when each empty bottle had filled with the flickering flames of burning vapours so her fever must be close to breaking.