Mz. Hyde Makes A Promise

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Catt Hatter: (My thinking is that the draught is still affecting her system.)
Oh, I'm good! I'm goo- *She was cut off as another coughing fit racked her body, making her shake with each convulsion.* 
Mz. Hyde: What's wrong with you? Do you have ebola?
Catt Hatter: N-*cough*no, just a case of *cough* hypothermia from the river ye-*cough*yesterday. Water ain't good for the lungs. *she wheezed.*
(She might be coming down with pneumonia.) *I what? Catt thought.* 
Mz. Hyde: How did you get water in-oh, right. Sorry about that.
Catt Hatter: 'Sok! R-really! *cough, hack* Anyone would be upset over *gasp* such a betrayal! *Catt's speech once again descended into coughing.*
Mz. Hyde: Are you sure that you shouldn't be in the hospital or something?
*Sees the sleeping draught.*
Oh look! Alcohol!~ 
Catt Hatter: (You do realise there wasn't any left, right? Though I can appreciate the gag you're going for.)
Mz. Hyde: *Puts bottle up to lips...and feels nothing. She brings the bottle up to her eye and looks in.*
Awww!~ There's none left!
*She sniffs the bottle.*
Hmmm...Frog's breath, Wormswart, and...opium. Whew! Must've been good! Oh well!
*Throws the bottle over her shoulder...and it explodes for some odd reason.* 
Catt Hatter: Wow, how didn't the paper catch fire? *Catt's coughing has been postponed.*
Wait, there was opium in that? Isn't that illegal? Not to mention really bad for you? 
Mz. Hyde: Beats me I don't know how fire works. And opium makes morphine so it can't be THAT bad, right?
Catt Hatter: Morphine?! *Catt asked, quite alarmed.*
Mz. Hyde: Yeah. Pain medicine.
Catt Hatter: Ugh, I think I'm allergic or something. *Catt said, gently rubbing her sore stomach.* 'Cuz pain is exactly what I'm in. Oww...
Mz. Hyde: Well, I have heard that it doesn't work for everyone. And at least you GOT pain medicine!
*She winces.*
Ahh... 
Catt Hatter: Shouldn't Helen have seen to that? Or did you not ask for some?
Helen! Get the poor girl some painkillers! Urg. *She grasps her stomach again, fighting another coughing fit.* 
Mz. Hyde: I....didn't really ask for it. But, not that I NEED IT OR ANYTHING!!
*Winces again.*
Ouch! 
Catt Hatter: Stop trying to play strong, there's no shame in feeling pain. You, had quite the rough...day yesterday. Painkillers to, help with...a case of,*gasp* death isn't hard to believe. *Catt said weakly, her head nodding.*
Mz. Hyde: Woah!
*Puts her hands on Catt's shoulders.*
Are you okay? 
Catt Hatter: Hmn? Yeah, I'm fine...*She says with a weak nod.*
Jus-, just a little - *She gets interrupted by a sudden loss of consciousness.* 
Mz. Hyde: Oop! Hang on! I've got you!
*She catches Catt and holds her in her arms.*
I guess I better take you to your room.
*She beings the long trek down to Catt's room.*
You really shouldn't worry about me Catt.
*A sad smile stretches across her face.*
I don't want you cut up into pieces too whenever SHE comes around.
*She stops at a window. For a second there, she could've sworn that she had seen a figure on top one of the buildings in the distance. One that had a pair of giant scissors strapped to its back. She sighs.*
I thought I promised myself I wouldn't be weak again.
*She looks back down at Catt, remembering the task at hand.*
Let's just focus on getting you back to your room right now.
*As she walks down the long corridor , Mz. Hyde's mind cannot help but replaying when this happened the last time...and the time before that...and the time before that...and the time before that...and the many other times before that time; all of which having the same, horrid conclusion. But then one thought crystallizes in her mind. As she lays Catt down on her bed, Mz. Hyde utters a sort of promise, not to just herself or to even just Catt, but to every soul in the entire Society.*
I won't be weak again. Never again. 
Next Chapter. 
=== Alternate Endings: ===
A Hyde By Any Other Name or A Stitch In Time Saves Hyde
Crazy To The Count Of Six
Category:Main Plot
Category:Hypothermia