The Sentinel Fulcrum, 11: Moments of Sanity
13 Dec 2021Meowers
Quite weird stuff was happening with my completely unlucky companion. So, when I reached the ladder and descended, I'd seen him...like he was curling up in pain. But, there was no blood around, his limbs were intact, and his suit had no signs of damage. I've tried to aim at the darkness in front of us, using night vision and rifle holo-projector scope...Nothing. Nobody. Just..Walls. Empty walls and nothing between them. What the crap... I've reached Creamy and looked at his face..It was.. Pale. Even a bit..Greenish, like he was about to throw up.
Tried to shake him up with little to no result. Tried to ask about what happened... To hear just some mumblings, completely unrecognisable. Okay, vital signs were out of the danger zone, heart rate was a bit higher and that shallow breath, and the greenish look... But, nothing critical. Ah, shit, I guess the medkit would be useful here...
Then he started.. Trying to say something. Without any sense, about some kind of..wine bottles? Broken vessels? "Every bottle will be ruined", and those "red streams"... Shit. Was that a metaphor? Death and blood? What the heck... And I'd seen that struggle, words were difficult for him, however, it wasn't the thing..that I know well. Was it..a delirium of sorts? Ah, crap... What the heck those bottles are? What wine? What cellar?.. Shit... What's the goddamn delirium... Delirium... Ah, okay, okay, I know where it goes... But, crap, why? He was completely okay! What the... I took my hand off the rifle grip and detached the medkit from the belt. Hah... Your make-up bag before 30? Make-up bag. Your make-up bag after 30? Medkit.
So, mild tranquiliser and neuroleptic... They won't make him drowsy, but can stabilise him, his... thoughts will become slower, easier to control. Easier to stop, analyse and shape into words. Thankfully, those space suits had an external medport for emergency medication in vacuum, so, putting both pills into it and activating the injector, I've said him that he's going to be okay soon. Ah. I know where it goes. I got another tranquiliser pill, inserted it into my medport and pressed the button. At least we had plenty of oxygen in our suits...
Then... He just activated. Started yelling at me! Like, he was mourning for the loss of some real, actual wines in some kind of cellar! And he stopped the medication system as well, saying that he needed 'quiet platitudes and reassuring understanding', not meds. Ugh... Must admit, I'm bad at understanding people and their emotions, but what about his physical reaction? I was kind of... lost for words. Just.. Creamy was looking really unhealthy just a minute ago and now he's... Angry at me for trying to help? Crap... I just can't explain it.. Again. Okay. Okay. Let's check it...
Had to inquire him about that 'wine'. And some even more simple and stupid questions, about does he remember my name, and 'the name of the woman whom I helped a few months ago'. So... He replied. About the wine. Real wine. A drink. Not a metaphor. But... hah. Last answer was incorrect. Her name is Jacqueline, not Cynthia.
I slowly moved backwards, until my back hit the opposite wall..keeping the rifle ready. Had no willing to shoot him, however... Something was really strange with this guy now. He stopped the injector to prevent the effect of my meds, and now he was looking completely odd. Just a few moments ago he was just.. Almost rolling on the floor from pain, or panic, or whatever. Now..He's confident and..Okay? Like..What?!
More stupid questions. About what we're doing here, on that ship. He answered correctly. Even thought I wanted to drug him and steal his trinket... Hah. If I wanted to do that, I had a clear shot at him just a few hours ago. But, nevertheless. He was looking like he'd seen something really fearsome. And also green like a zombie and about to throw up. Two damn minutes ago. Now he was standing here like ah, don't worry, I'm okay, nothing happened, blah blah blah. Calling me an oddball.
I was trying to reason with him, talking as calm as it was even possible, as..Who knows what he does when he's angry?
And, looking the guy now... I wasn't really sure that..it was him 'at the controls'...