Meyhymn's Point Of View
"Okay Meyhymn, I'm calling it a night." Bellamy said, standing up from his desk.
He had looked unhinged, before disappearing for over an hour. He had then come back, smelling like Tristan and with renewed vigor. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know where he had gone and why.
"Yeah... if what you've made isn't enough, then I could probably make some more if need be. I've practically memorized it all by now." I replied.
We had churned out 50 more of each injectable that he wanted. He even made two new ones we hadn't made previously.
"Yeah... Thanks for all your help, brother." He said.
"Don't mention it. I've got nothing but time, but for you guys the clock is ticking." I shrugged.
It wasn't lost on me how much they all seemed to be on edge lately. Ferdinand especially seemed to be reaching his breaking point.
