Medwhump May Day 4: Sedated
So I wasn't too sure how to write sedation, so I figured that drugging was good enough. Here's a little excerpt from on of my fanfics that I'll link below, along with a quick sketch.
But if he was going to knock Alastor out, he’d need something stronger.
Normally, Angel was strongly opposed to drugging people. He’d had it done to him plenty of times, and it wasn’t pleasant. But this was a special case; if Alastor wouldn’t rest on his own, Angel was going to make him.
And it wasn’t like he was going to use anything dangerous.
Angel opened up one of the cabinets, moving aside a pile of plates. And there was the medicine.
Charlie had hidden small stashes of meds around the hotel; she didn’t know that Angel had found most of them, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Angel dug around a bit until he found what he was looking for. The bottle of melatonin was still full. He grabbed a handful of pills, crushing them up and sprinkling them into the cup of coffee. He didn’t really count out how many he put in, but it would probably be fine.
“Here ya go,” Angel strolled back into the lobby, passing Alastor the cup.
He took it, mumbling a quick thanks before taking a sip.
Angel couldn’t help but smile.
“Okay, so Vaggie’s going to go first,” Charlie announced, dragging her girlfriend to sit in the chair she had placed in front of everyone,”So Vaggie will sit in the chair like this, and then I’ll sit in the chair behind her. I’m going to take a picture from the pile and describe it to her, but there’s a list of words that I can’t say. Vaggie then has to draw what I tell her! Does that make sense to everyone?”
Everyone made sounds of approval. Except for Alastor, who yawned, nodding. They both sat down, and started the game.
“Okay, Vaggie, so draw a large eyed furry creature with a tail that has floppy ears. It’s a common human pet.”
Vaggie scribbled something down,”Okay, I’m done.”
Charlie frowned,”What? It’s a dog, how did you-”
Vaggie shook her head, pointing towards the deer demon,”No, Charlie. Look at Alastor.”
Everyone turned. Alastor’s eyes were closed, his head falling against the back of the chair. His ears twitched slightly, breaths mixed with the faded sounds of radio.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so cute,” Charlie squealed.
“Surprised he actually fell asleep,” Husk muttered.
“You’re welcome; and no need ta’ whisper, he’s gonna be out for a looong time,” Angel chuckled.
“Umm, what?” Vaggie asked.
“Angel, what did you do?”
“Relax, toots, I just slipped ‘im some melatonin in his drink.”
“You drugged him?! Angel, how much did you use? And where did you even find the medicine?” Charlie exclaimed.
“Eh, just seven or so. I wasn’t sure how much ta use, but he’ll be fine. He ain’t gonna die from some sleeping pills. Besides, he was gonna need ta sleep one way or another.”
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