[Getting out of here as quickly as possible is what's preferable. Simple as that. Her stomach's churning, whatever's coming up in her throat is more difficult to keep down than it was before, and the more time that passes, the harder it is to breathe. She needs whatever semblance of fresh air she can find, and she needs it fast.
It's when she's finding a place to leave the medicine for someone else that, for the first time, something else enters into her perception, and therefore her one-track line of thought. The sound of footsteps from somewhere around, coming closer.
She stops. A hand holding one of the pill bottles freezes in midair.]
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It's when she's finding a place to leave the medicine for someone else that, for the first time, something else enters into her perception, and therefore her one-track line of thought. The sound of footsteps from somewhere around, coming closer.
She stops. A hand holding one of the pill bottles freezes in midair.]