Sue Takes Pills To Help Her Sleep

Porkum's prick afflicted the Invisible Woman's mind. Try as she might, Sue Storm could not get the image out of her head, anymore than she could escape the fever that afflicted her body, or the pain of her wounded leg. Eyes bright with fever, the blonde heroine determined to find a solution, if only a temporary one, to all three problems at once.

In her medicine cabinet.

The Invisible Woman stood as a role model for others, and every year she had given speeches to students about the dangers of ****. Had participated in raising money and awareness for **** rehabilitation programs, lent her voice and image to prison efforts to stem **** use. Sue Storm had told her own kids about the dangers of **** ****, and strove to lead by example, even to the point of making sure that Johnny Storm kept any marijuana cigarettes or vaping out of the building, and made sure Ben Grimm never smoked his cigars around the children.

In private, however...well, Sue Storm had been a college student. She had tried smoking, and even a reefer once. Study had meant the occasional caffeine pill, and during her last exam crunch she had accepted a few Adderall pills from a friend with a prescription. She hadn't liked the dreams that had come, but the speed had gotten her through her classes with A's.

As an adult, Sue normally took nothing more than a glass of wine, and some aspirin or ibuprofen for a headache. Yet that had not always been the case. Super-heroing was a hard business on the body, and Sue had occasionally resorted to stronger medications for her pain. Then she'd needed a pick-me-up to keep her energy going and counteract the drowsiness. Morning sickness had been so bad the doctor had prescribed one sort of pill, then she'd gone to another doctor who had prescribed another...

Most of the prescriptions Sue never finished. The extra pills added up. So when she came to her medicine cabinet, she was faced with a veritable pharmacy. Mostly things that she should have disposed of safely a long time ago, except...well, except for situations like this one.

A pill for pain. A pill to clear the fever. A pill to sleep. Sue didn't even need to read the labels anymore, she knew the effects and side-effects. She swallowed the little lozenges with a palmful of water. Though she rarely drank, Sue wished for a mouthful of white wine. Yet she knew better than to mix **** with the little cocktail of **** she'd just downed.

"What's the difference between a superheroine and a junkie on the street?" Sue mumbled to herself as she limped toward the bed. In the dark she peeled off her clothes and lay naked on the cool covers, drew the sheets up over her.

She lay awake. Eyes closed. Hyper-aware of the heat and tension in her body. The throb of her wounded leg against the bandage. The image of Porkum's prick foremost in her mind. Yet the pill-popping had sent her brain off on another, uglier tangent. Her carefully-constructed life, the false image of the perfect Susan Storm. What would Reed or the children think about her if they could see her now? First it had been the indulgence with the strange chocolates, then the bizarre photo of that inhuman cock, the sensual heat that engulfed her...and now Sue crawled into a pill-bottle as refuge.

Sleep, when it came, brought with it strange dreams.