Overdose
edelwitch:
It was a great blow to his pride, but Edelweiss had finally relented due to Vladimir’s convincing. He’d gone to the damn doctor. A Piltover doctor, no less. The witch had been skeptical and ill the entire time, but he was glad the ordeal was over. The doctor had told him what he already knew– Phoenix pox– and given him some medicine to help.
Except no one had explained to Edel the dangers of medicine like this. He’d taken one of the pain killers and it had done nothing really. Assuming they were just extremely weak or perhaps a bit delirious from the fever, he took matters into his own hands.
Vlad would walk in on the witch tilting the bottle back and swallowing.
Mouth to the bottle.
That is not the approved dosage prescribed by a physician.
Without hesitation, Vlad shot his hand forward and wrenched his fingers. He commanded the blood within Edel’s hand to halt midair; denying the witch the ability to move it and commanded the bottle to clatter to the floor. Colored pills scattered across the tile; cascading in multiple directions in a haphazard display.
“The fuck are you doing.” Vlad hissed, still holding Edel’s hand in place. He relinquished control, ran over and grabbed both of the man’s shoudlers.
“How many did you swallow. Goddamn it, Edel, this isn’t a fucking game.”
When Vlad was ill, Edel had done everything in his power to lessen the agony caused by the Phoenix Pox. Now that Vlad was cured - and was unable to contract the illness again - he had gone back to see if he could help the man in return. And walking in on the man overdosing on his medication was the last thing he’d expected to witness.