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Where will you be, Raven mused, when the drugs hit? She smiled quietly to herself, watching Whip carefully as he began to react. His breathing slowed, deepened. She saw his pupils constrict but his eyelids quickly drooped. These were just the physical effects. The caregiver wondered about the mental and emotional impacts it was having.

"How do you feel?" Raven queried in between Whip's moans. When he seemed incapable of articulating a response and just kept making funny noises, she fought against the spreading grin on her face. He didn't seem to be struggling with any negative side effects at all. "Good," she said simply, pleased to provide her younger brother with this respite, however temporary, from his troubles. Once he came down, she would show him how to dose himself responsibly. In the meantime, she settled in to keep an eye on him.