It’s pretty small. You think it might be one of the bugs – maybe you’ve got another infestation. The laundry powder’s back in the room, and you lost track of where you put the pail – but you suppose you should make sure so you can report it, just in case.
Of course, if the medic gives you a clean bill of health, you’ll probably have to take care of it.
No sense worrying about that right now, though. You slip behind the staircase for a better look.
And you do, in fact, see more bugs. Lots of them. They’re not attaching to the walls, though – they’re clumping together. Is this their nest?
Wait… that clump has a strange shape, almost looks human…
Like a human raising a fist, actually.
You suddenly wake up in the infirmary.
“Oh, good. Seems you didn’t get as heavy a dose, but those stairs must have pushed it through your system harder,” the medic says, standing over you. “On the plus side, your recovery was relatively fast.”
“What… what happened?”
“We found you at the bottom of the stairs, out cold. You and Ms. Rebecca have been exposed to glaxin gas – she’s still out, but at least she’s stable.”
“Glaxin?”
“It’s a rather potent toxin. I hear it did a number on those inside-out bugs, fortunately it takes quite a bit longer to kill a human. Not something I’d recommend for pest control, though. Tends to linger for days – not in high quantities, but prolonged exposure’s not exactly safe either.”
You rub your head.
“Sorry, Donnie. I think I’m still in pretty bad shape, barely understood what you said.”
Donnie the medic simply nods.
“Sorry, I suppose I got a bit long-winded there. Just relax for a bit, let your head clear. I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have once you’re ready for them.”
Yeah, that’s probably for the best. You let out a deep breath, and try to sort your thoughts out enough to figure out what to ask.
Suggestions:
Is glaxin hallucinogenic?