"We had to find a way to get him back to normal, or at least make him stop." After hearing the rules of the second round, Natasha frowned and said, "No one would allow Schiller to suffer such serious harm, even if he was willing."
"His mental illness had flared up, so someone had to intervene." Bale-Batman agreed. "If a patient told the people around him, 'I'm happy this way,' and everyone simply let him be, there would be no need for so many psychiatric hospitals in this world."
Natasha looked at him and asked, "I saw an inhaler in Schiller's hand. What medication do you think was inside?"
"I'm not sure." Bale-Batman shook his head. "If, as you said, seasickness was causing him considerable pain and making his mental state extremely unstable, then it could be medication for seasickness. But it's also possible that he really had a respiratory problem, or that it was simply meant to dilate his airways and improve his oxygen supply."
Natasha rubbed her forehead. "Either way, it would help him, right?"
"In theory, yes. What were you planning?"
"A cruise ship of this class would definitely have all kinds of medicine on board. I wanted to find something and see if I could put it in his inhaler, at least make him stop and get some rest first."
"Could you compound medication?"
"I used to be a nurse. I knew how to prepare all kinds of simple injections, but I had barely dealt with inhalers. Could you?"
"Yes, I could. But I had to get back to the VIP room before the game started. If both of us disappeared for this long, it would be too suspicious."
"Trust me, you looked like the kind of person who could spend two hours in a bathroom