"FUCK." Zoe stomps the floor hard. "God dammit! What was she thinking? We had a plan!"

"Why didn't you come get me? I was stuck at the door for hours. I had no idea... I could have-- if I'd been there--"

"I -- I don't want to -- speak ill of -- she did, it did work, we got Tereza out, she wasn't--"

"...One of the rooms upstairs was booby-trapped and she got hit in the face with Nectar. She -- I didn't even make the connection till we'd gotten to the hospital, she was doing so well all of a sudden, I was just following her lead..."

"God that stuff is vile."

"She thought -- it was the best time. Everyone was at the party. We could just--"

Ugh fuck he doesn't want to process any of this right now. His coworkers just die now. He's so tired of having reactions to it. God he wishes Anemone and her tarot cards were still here. He's just never having any emotions ever again.

"Okay new rule. If any of us gets dosed with that junk--"

She doesn't seem to be able to find an end to that sentence.

If Mordred were a better person he'd probably have feelings about this but in fact he is mostly focused on Zoe and Oswald. His own feelings can wait. If he even has them which he might wind up not. "...do you guys want a hug or. Something."

"I want to get drunk out of my mind and, and, hook my corde to a fucking airplane, and not touch the ground ever again."

"Mostly I want--" for people to stop dying pointlessly over and over again.

"We should check on Tereza."

"I bet she needs a hug." Honestly, Zoe could use a hug, too, but if she stays still too long she'll just start crying and who knows when she'll stop.

Tereza pokes her head in. "Hello?"

"I woke up."

He was going to go knock on the door but probably sound traveled through it first. Mildly concerning if so but the least of their concerns. He gestures in the manner of offering a child a hug. "How are you doing? Did you sleep okay?"

She receives a hug. "Sort of?"

"Am I going to go back to the orphanage now?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. They don't pay much attention so I can go fishing."

He doesn't want to leave her at the orphanage he wants to convince their benefactor that her continued upkeeping is a reasonable business expense and bring her back to New York even tho his line of work is very dangerous and traumatizing.

"We can take you wherever you want."

Upon hearing that she wants to go back to the orphanage, Mordred stops trying to think through the logistics of where to put her and whether he could feasibly still ask Gareth for a favor, which frees his brain up to realize that they almost certainly did not get the medications she was on and she, unlike Lev, is probably not invulnerable to the effects of withdrawal.

"--or at least we probably can," he adds.

Her eyes widen. "But are they going to take me back from the orphanage?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

"We don't know," Mordred says, completely honestly. "That's part of why we don't know if we can bring you back to the orphanage. But we're not going to do anything until we know for sure you won't have to go back to the hospital."

"OK.

...I don't feel good."

Fuck.

...Drugs! Dammit! "Are we going to have to -- we are, aren't we. What all was she on, did we write that down somewhere? Because if it was a bunch of things then that might be an issue but if it was just Nectar then that's -- that's a little easier to source."

"We have her patient records, I grabbed them the first time I broke in, it's a bunch of things--"

Zoe kneels down by Tereza. "Can you tell us a bit more what feels bad? Does your tummy hurt? Or your head?"

"Yes. And I feel sick all over."

"Where are they?" They can locate the records together and look over them. "...Which of this stuff actually causes withdrawal? Can you get withdrawal from vitamins?"