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section7mfu2014-10-10 11:14 am
SNAPSHOTS~ "Buzzed"
Solo and Kuryakin were wading across a muddy stream when it happened…
Illya let out a yelp. “Something bit me on the ankle!”
Napoleon saw what looked like a snake, but said nothing. That might not bode well if it was a venomous one that had done the deed.
He grabbed his partner by the arm, dragging him to the shore, making him lay down.
“Napoleon I am sure I will be fine!” Illya protested.
The first thing Solo did was examine the wound...definitely two small puncture marks. He quickly drew his knife out of its sheath, sliced an X across the wound, and leaning over, proceeded to suck the blood and what he presumed would be venom out of it; spitting it to the side from his mouth.
He only hoped he’d gotten out most of it.
“Just sit back and don’t move tovarisch.”
“Yes Doctor,” Illya saluted facetiously.
Solo quickly pulled his communicator, stepping out of earshot away from the Russian. “Channel D overseas relay, priority,” he tried to keep his voice calm.
“Mr. Solo,” Waverly answered.” I wasn’t expecting your report for another four hours. Is there a problem?”
“Yes sir. Illya...Mr. Kuryakin has been bitten by some sort of snake.”
“Oh dear. Let me patch you through to Dr. Wells in Medical.”
“Wells here Mr. Solo. I understand your partner was bitten by a snake. Whatever you do, do not suck out the venom.
“Well it’s a little late for that Doc.”
“Oh. Did you get a look at it, the snake that is?”
“Not really, we were wading across a stream when it happened...it was a dark color, that’s all I saw of it.”
“That’s not good, in that part of the world there are several highly venomous water snakes.”
Napoleon’s face blanched. “What can I do to help him?”
“I’m afraid nothing, except to keep him comfortable,” the doctor lowered his voice. “If you have any liquor on you I suggest you give him as much of it as you can. It will help make his passing less...painful. “
“Yes sir, thank you Doctor.”
“Mr. Solo, this is most unfortunate,” Waverly broke in.” Please let me know when he passes.”
“I will. Solo out.” He cut off the signal before Waverly could say anything else.
Napoleon returned to his partner’s side, kneeling down.
“Illya me boy, you need to take it easy for a bit, tell you what? I have a nice bottle of scotch in my pack. What say we crack it open and toss back a few. I don’t know about you but I feel like I could use a good stiff drink right now."
“No thank you Napoleon. I am fine. I will rest just a bit and then I think we should get going before it is dark. The village cannot be more than five miles from here. then we are home free.”
Solo reached into his pack, drawing out a bottle of Glenlivet and opening it; he took a swig afterwhich he shoved the bottle towards his partner.
“I said no thank you. I have never developed a taste for scotch, now if it were Stolichnaya…”
“Well sorry the bar is very limited,” he took another swig.” You’re not going to make a fellow drink alone are you tovarisch? Where’s your Russian spirit?”
“At home in my freezer with my vodka.”
“Here, come on, give me a break.”
“All right, fine. If it will get you to be quiet.”
Illya reached out, taking a swig from the bottle and after making a face, he handed back towards Solo,
“Bozhe moy man, how can you drink this stuff?”
“It gets smoother if you drink more, try another mouthful chum,” Napoleon knowingly smiled as he charmed his partner to cooperate.
Illya did try another, and another and before he knew it, he was experiencing a nice buzz from the liquor.
“So how are you feeling tovarisch,”
“A bit dizzy and parts of me are going numb,” he slurred.
Solo bit his lip upon hearing that....it wouldn’t be long he supposed.
“Poleon, I ‘member first time I got drunk,”Illya slurred.”I was pretty small...still livin’in dacha outsi’ Kyiv. Papa had bottle of vodka on kitchen table and had given my brother Dimitry a glassful to drink.”
“What is tha’ Papa?” I ask-eded. “And he gave me a small taste to try. I liked it. He gave me more and I ‘member getting sick afterwards...I thin’ there was a lesson he try to teach me, but it din’ work.” Illya grinned like an idiot. “I ssstill like my vodka.”
“Yes you do don’t you pal.”
“Ohhhh, ‘Poleon I dun feel soooo good.” Illya tried lifting his head, he reached up to his forehead with his hand but as he did, his eyes rolled back and...he was gone. His head dropped, and he ceased to move.
Napoleon bowed his head, reaching out and stroking his cheek. “Good bye my friend…”
His grief was interrupted when he realized Illya was snoring.
Solo let out a chuckle; relieved his partner was still among the living. He pulled his communicator pen, opening a channel to Medical back in New York.
“Yes, Mr. Solo is it over?” Dr. Wells asked.
“No not exactly. Illya’s asleep, and snoring rather loudly. I gave him the scotch as you suggested and it made him quite buzzed, and relaxed. He complained of being dizzy and parts of him were numb.”
“Hmmm, how long ago was that?”
“At least an hour ago,” Napoleon ran his fingers through his hair, trying to control that lock that always managed to dangle down across his forehead.
“Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin should have been dead by now. Are you sure he was bitten by a snake?”
“Well not 100 percent sure, but there were definitely two small puncture wounds on his ankle.”
A drawn out pause was broken by the physician as he finally answered.
“At this juncture I believe it’s safe to assume your partner isn’t dying. Just to be on the safe side, let him rest for a bit longer. Keep me up to date on his condition and I will inform Mr. Waverly. Wells out.”
Several hours later Illya finally woke, peeking at his partner with one eye, seeing Napoleon sitting beside him.
“What did you do to me, my head is splitting?” He managed to moan.
Solo filled him in on the concern he’d been bitten by a poisonous snake and the reason why he’d plied Illya with liquor.
Kuryakin rubbed his temples with his fingers. “I appreciate the good intentions….hmm did I say anything untoward or ummm, perhaps personal?"
“Nope, you were too drunk my friend,” Napoleon lied. He stood up, offering his hand to the Russian, helping him to his feet.
"Next time could you carry a bottle of vodka with you?"
Napoleon smiled at his partners simple request. He was just happy they were able to continue with the final leg of their journey alive and well.
"Will do chum. Your wish is my command." He meant it too.
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Excuse me,I'm no expert,but I thought doctors said not to give liquor for venomous bites?
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Granted liquor could increase blood circulation and thereby increase the effects of any venom, but not having access to medical help, it's surmised Illya was going to die. So if the liquor brought about his passing more quickly, Solo had to deal with that. As far as he was concerned the Scotch was just going to help IK feel less pain.
Unbeknownst to Solo....Illya's not feeling the effects of a snake bite as there really wasn't any...at least a venomous one. What he was feeling was strictly from the Glenlivit, as he's not used to drinking Scotch. lol.
Thanks so much for reading!
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