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Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Jenny wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Not entirely. What she felt and what she knew seemed to be warring against each other. Her lack of ability to define what she felt about L now left her feeling unsettled. The fear that it would be exploited to harm them was even worse. Still, she was exhausted and in her turmoil, being close to him was the most solace she could claim right now. Wasn't it?

Her cheek rested against his arm and she could hear his heart. It was a slow, lovely sound and she wanted to join it. The peaceful, susurration of his life so close and warm. Jenny lifted her head as he seemed to drift. She wasn't sure if he was aware of her now or not as she reached into her pocket for the syringe. She made quick work of filling the syringe from the bottle of morphine. The prick of the needle was so minimal that she barely gasped. Then she thought of the reports of people who had been taken for an experiment. Someone had mentioned being underground.

She withdrew the needle before she could press the plunger. She couldn't leave them down there if she had a change to do something. With so many deaths in such a short amount of time, who knew which of those taken for experimentation would also die. If not all of them.

Brushing a kiss to L's cheek, Jenny struggled to her feet. "I'm sorry, dearest one. I have to go but I promise I will be back. And if I'm not, I am so sorry. I love you. I will find you again." Soundlessly then she turned to leave, hobbling on her makeshift crutches toward the back room where the trap door to the tunnel was secreted.