When Linn returns to her medical room, she will find it in a state of complete disarray.
There has clearly been an incident. A robbery, no less.
The door has been kicked in, broken off its hinges entirely - there's a large, distinct bootprint on the fallen door that's been painted in wet dirt. The enthusiasm with which the door was forced open knocked a plant over, shattering the ceramic pot and sending soil all over the floor. The intruder then carelessly walked through said soil, marking his entire venture out with clear evidence.
The medical cabinet has been shattered. The glass concealing countless bottles and vials has been turned to a pile of colorful glass shards that now decorate the floor, shimmering in the light from the window.
The contents of the cabinet are scattered, most of them tossed to the floor and broken. Whoever entered was searching for something, and they did so in a hurry - they threw any unwanted medicine containers to the floor, not caring if they broke or not.
Upon further inspection, the following medications were now completely absent: - Multiple forms of pain relief with a clearly identifiable name or distinct bottle - A bottle of high percent rubbing alcohol - A small jar of smelling salts - The locked container that once contained a sizable amount of amphetamines Despite the number of items being missing, some still remained. The forms of pain relief which were labeled with a hard to easily recognize name were left behind, either broken after being tossed to the ground, or untouched on the shelf. Topical ointments of all kinds, including those designed to alleviate pain, were also left behind, as if that were utterly useless to the thief.
The summary of the incident was that someone had broken in with great urgency, and upon seeing Linn was not presently behind her desk, they had raided her medicinal cupboard for anything that they could immediately recognize as being useful to them - though they lacked the expertise to know exactly what they were looking at in multiple instances. They also seemed to know exactly where to go to find what they wanted, almost as if they had been in here before.
Anyway, her office is in a fucking mess now and all her shit's broken, sorry.
She didn't dare moving an inch when pale blue eyes took in the kicked-in door. Linn stood there. Approximately a minute of silence, of mentally preparing herself.
Of facing what happened inside her safe haven.
There was no reason for the trespasser to break the entire door. It was rarely locked ( for the doctor was in there 90 % of the day anyway ) . She got used to leaving it open — after Kid vanished, there was no immediate threat of having to worry about your captain overdosing on coughing syrup, should he be unsupervised. This act of violence must have been rather personal.
A prominent churn in her stomach, her guts turning, she felt [ ... ] sick.
The barrier was passed, careful steps over the crumbled door, stepping on a metal hinge. One deep frown when her gaze drifted over the scenery of chaos & destruction. There was glass everywhere. Her carefully labeled vials, bottles, powders, brews — scattered across the floor. The air held a sting of different chemicals, most likely the medicine starting to fume with each other. The feline covered her pink, sensitive nose. What kind of monster would do this to the crew's medical supplies ?
Months of collecting & mixing. Months of trial & error.
Gone.
Cupboards open, merely the herb-mixtures still inside. A small reassurance. It would take another three months until everything was like before. In order. Linn can't think of ways how to break it to the crew. That they had to be careful should they be caught in a fight. They didn't do careful.
But beneath the disgustingly sweet & sick odor in the room, the mink happened to catch a whiff of something more familiar.
Motor oil, iron, sweat.
Captain. But he wouldn't do this. Nobody heard ANYTHING about him in these horrible times. Gone, vanished. Probably just the medicine's smells playing a trick on her. Kid was a brute. An unapologetic bastard who couldn't care less about a few broken glasses & shelves. No, he would NEVER do this . . .
. . . dear god.
. . . but he WOULD.
Linn was quick to double-check what exactly was missing between the completely destroyed inventory. Of course, she didn't have everything memorized. Just a quick . . . take on what her captain would be interested in. And when the large bottle of Amphetamines was nowhere to be seen ; not on the floor, nor inside the ( now broken ) safe it always sat so demurely, her ribcage was close to give in. Pulse quickening, almost about to faint. Could that actually be ? ? ?
❝ KILLER ! KILLER, I THINK KID MIGHT BE BACK ! ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ❞
