WHO: Cobalt Blu, D3 WHAT: Plot Slot! Cobalt finds a syringe of morphling. WHEN: Morning, Day 6 WHERE: Hospital STATUS: Complete WARNINGS: Well. Drug use.
Boring tributes got killed. Cobalt didn't want to be boring, but it had been five days since she'd crossed paths with anyone but an ally, and the other tributes were dropping like flies. Nine down already. Was Richard boring? What had happened to him? Cobalt expected his cheekbones alone would've protected him from the image-obsessed Capitolites for at least a few days more, but perhaps she'd been wrong.
And she didn't have anything like Richard's cheekbones.
So she was exploring. Going inside buildings made her nervous; there was always the possibility she could be trapped inside, either by Gamemakers or by a close call in close quarters with another tribute. She needed to find food before she found another tribute; her bread was long since gone, and while they'd managed to get more water on the fourth night from Sperry's tarp, it wasn't exactly enough to keep her strength up.
The abandoned hospital was creepy, but worse, it was empty. She checked in every cabinet and under every counter for anything useful, but she was coming up empty. Again. They couldn't actually want everyone to starve, could they? Her stomach rumbled.
She headed back feeling defeated when a glint of metal on a windowsill caught her eye.
A syringe.
Quick examination left her nearly certain the drug inside was morphling. The amount was too small to kill anyone, but just enough to do some good pain killing. Her ribs ached from the week's exertion. She was all but certain a few of them were broken. She considered saving the drug, but like the water, it wouldn't do her any good later if she was dead. Her allies didn't need to know about this.
She injected herself, and the relief was sudden and immense. Rather than ditching the empty syringe, she wrapped it carefully in the jacket and stuffed it in her pack. It might be useful later on.