[ Jim doesn't have time to recover. His head's pounding - the fear magnifying the throbbing from the bruise he knows he'll have in a few hours - as he grasps the pill bottle and rips the lid off, sending a few of them skittering as he desperately tries to grab for enough to knock Zell out. ]
Please don't let this be too many...!
[ He grasps three in his hand and turns, facing Zell again, trying to find a plan of attack. ]
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Date: 2017-12-05 09:15 am (UTC)Please don't let this be too many...!
[ He grasps three in his hand and turns, facing Zell again, trying to find a plan of attack. ]