"I'm... not sure. The bottles aren't that big, but there's all this equipment. I guess some are like... a gas? And you use a needle for the others." But figuring out the right dosage could be a problem. Anise didn't want to end up going into a sleep she'd never wake up from.

Luke was suggesting they take some anyway, and Anise had to agree. "Maybe someone can figure it out." She picked up one of each bottle, and carried them in her arms as she made her way back to the sack she'd left in the middle of the room.

And that was when her body finally gave in to the fever and fatigue she had been trying to ignore all evening. Before she even realized what was happening, Anise dropped to her knees, the bottles slipping from her arms and clattering against the floor. None broke, fortunately, but a few rolled away from her as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes were unfocused, and everything around her was a blur.