Serenica grabbed her bag of essential healing items and ran to meet Gadfly, who was already running on the deck.
"It's Heike! He's having a seizure of some sort!"
It was too early for anyone to be dying. Serenica had not had her habitual morning pipe session yet. She feared those becoming a thing of the past for her.
If the drunkard died on her arms now, she would not get her dosage of tobacco from the Admiral anymore.
Callous or not, the thought scared her. She didn't feel functional without her pipe. Her jaw was hurting, she was salivating more than usual, and her temples felt tight. She did curse herself for getting addicted, but there was little she could do to sensibly wean herself off and still remain able to work in such a high-stress environment. The dull ache was something she was determined to never experience again.
