Re: [Friday]
[Misha, he wasn't surprised any at how quick the medicine worked. Injected things worked real quick, since they were used to sedate difficult folks. Misha blinked through it slow, and he rubbed at that heat that lingered chasing in the wake of the liquid. And he wasn't so far gone yet that he didn't notice the doctor's victory smile. And he wasn't thinking so good, Misha, because he sat forward sloppy and looked at the man.] I see through you.
[It was maybe not the real proper thing to say, but there wasn't much going on in Misha's head clear after that.
He pushed himself to standing wobbly, and he gave the doctor his last bit of real-present glare. Then, a second later, he couldn't feel his Grace anywhere, not even near for his fingers to close on, and he padded agreeable out of the room and toward his bedroom. Was someone following him? He turned and looked slow over his shoulder, but there wasn't a thing there at all.]