"I don't know what's in here, but we need to alert the master."
For a full two seconds, silence and heaviness settled over them, their minds going blank.
Suddenly, Gin wiped the end of the needle and pricked himself with it.
"The heck are you doing?" Rum gasped, snapping out of his shock. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Biohazard — but I don't think we can wait to find out what's in this syringe." Gin pulled the needle from his skin, staring at the remaining contents inside.
He had barely pricked himself and pushed just a little, yet he felt his head lighten immediately. Gin's side slumped against the cubicle wall.
"It's a sedative," he breathed, staring at the syringe. "I barely pricked myself, and I'm already lightheaded, but more than half of it is already gone."
Rum's eyes widened. "The cart!"
Gin drew a deep breath and lifted his eyes to Rum. "You should go now. This will wear off."
Rum gulped, studying the weakness spreading across Gin's face.
"Rum!"
