*When you heard the thud, you were obviously concerned, as were Jekyll and Jasper who happened to be with you at the time. Your concern quickly turned to horror, however, when you followed the source and found Mr. Sinnett lying motionless on the floor, with Frankenstein and the lodgers watching - no, **analysing** - his state with a blatant lack of concern.*
*You rushed towards him and pulled him into your arms in a panic, yelling something at the group about how careless and stupid they were being, genuinely terrified for your friends safety. Still, they watched.*
*Sinnett opened his eyes with a start, and gave you a light chuckle. You were still mortified. You'd thought he was dead-! How could he..?*
*Dr. Frankenstein quickly captured your attention, and your eyes fell on the bottle labelled 'Le Sommeil de la Mort' in her hands. She explained enthusiastically how its effects mimicked death, but in your still shaken state, you weren't sure how much of it you really took in.*
⚗| TGS Henry Jekyll - "A tincture! Of sorts."☻ (✉)
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