Bleeding, out of control. Is that right? And - is there anything to help? If anything I take...
You have the list of what I'm on. And it's over a month since my last hemorrhage. If you think it could be helpful, I'm sure I can spare this month's supply.
[ he was happy to let these go on as a lazy back and forth whenever he caught a second between tasks, but he's calling as of right now because that's A Lot, Prior, my goodness
if he picks up, or otherwise left as another message: ]
First of all, thank you, but if you ever offer myself or anyone else your limited supply of meds again, I'll reconsider my keeping-in policy.
Second of all, you're not wrong. [ a beat, and then his voice lowers - there's nowhere else to go here, and the background sounds like a hive of not entirely pleasant activity. ] And at this point, the bleeding is almost the least of our troubles.
You wouldn't have anywhere to keep me. [To judge by the noise. God knows most hospitals can feel like the concourse of a train terminal from time to time but Prior knows what usual background levels should sound like and it's not this.] And there's no cause for being dramatic, sparing a little would be unlikely to kill me - to those who have greater need, and all that. You could at least take something to try and synthesize? I don't know about all these leaves and flowers they're telling us to use, it all sounds folksy to me. Besides, I know some people afflicted.
[Younger, sweeter, healthier than him in better times. Lucy Pevensie for goodness sakes.]
We've not got the Institute anymore, so I've got no idea where the scientists are working. But I'll get in touch, see if they could use what you've got. [ his hunch is that the ingredients and elements available here are too far removed from those of earth, but he's not kept up with the science side of any of this. so perhaps.
that's bad news, though. bad news he doesn't comment on directly, for now. John's voice is tight, as much as he tries to keep it on the calm side of professional as settles into a list. ]
Pain's up, barely anyone's taking anything in to avoid the nausea that comes along with it. I've got a couple of patients unable to move a leg or an arm, the hallucinations and paranoia seem to be getting worse. We're having to find ways to restrain people.
While working the kind of hours that have you seeing double. [ The doctor doesn't fill in any account of himself, which makes that the more obvious.] Careful, or you'll end up tied to the bed while the patients dance madly down the halls.
[He's not being glib, there's a genuine concern here. He's seen Belize when a pet patient has kept him in for long hours, let alone several dozen of them.]
[ a sigh, heavy, the first voluntary if small sign of the exhaustion he's learned for the most part to ignore until it drags him under for short staggered bouts of sleep. ]
The guard's all over the place, just like we are. Can't imagine they enjoy being in enemy territory much. And it looks like there were people from the group that did this planted in the Guard, the Institute and the Sanctuary, so knowing who to trust near the patients is a nightmare.
Long story short, we've got individuals willing to help, but there's no organised effort. And things are going about as well as you'd expect.
The institute? Ah, our friends with the blood. Do you know, if it weren't for the evacuation, and the jungle and a variety of people here I wouldn't dream of dreaming up, I'd think this something my subconscious dredged up. It's all rather pointed. Then every day I hear something worse and chastise myself for imagining it could be directed at me.
[He sniffs.]
If there was something I needed, urgently, you'd come?
[ and John, run off his feet as he is, sounds genuinely flatly baffled for a moment. what difference does that make?
oh. ]
Prior, I'm not going to just fuck off for the fun of it.
[ or for the actually getting more than half an hour's kip in a block of it, whatever. but it's laughed out, a heavy gust of toneless air as a prelude. christ sakes, who's supposed to be the patient here? ]
[ you can't see this, buddy, but he's rubbing his face. silence on his end for a moment as he seeks wisdom from the fingertips massaging his eye sockets... ]
Come over. I'll make cocoa. One night's sleep's a fair trade for two more days before your hands start shaking, surely. And you'll still be visiting the sick, if not presently imperiled.
[ oh, but there's something else that might come as relevant information, ]
For what it's worth, I think we've mostly curbed the spread of the infection. I wouldn't necessarily recommend visiting any unwell friends just yet, but it's— safe. Out there. As it's going to get for now, anyway.
[It's a way from being sure, but even thinking it makes a difference. Not to whether he'll go out - he hasn't become a hermit - but to being just a little less afraid.]
Yeah. It's good news across the board. The Institute came out with a few medicines for curbing certain symptoms back in Olympia - including contagion. The effects of that one seem to be lasting.
Well thank god. I can't say I trust all the herbal cures people are talking about. Mix this flower with that leaf - it's like waiting for the village wise woman to cure cancer.
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Bleeding, out of control. Is that right? And - is there anything to help? If anything I take...
You have the list of what I'm on. And it's over a month since my last hemorrhage. If you think it could be helpful, I'm sure I can spare this month's supply.
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if he picks up, or otherwise left as another message: ]
First of all, thank you, but if you ever offer myself or anyone else your limited supply of meds again, I'll reconsider my keeping-in policy.
Second of all, you're not wrong. [ a beat, and then his voice lowers - there's nowhere else to go here, and the background sounds like a hive of not entirely pleasant activity. ] And at this point, the bleeding is almost the least of our troubles.
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You wouldn't have anywhere to keep me. [To judge by the noise. God knows most hospitals can feel like the concourse of a train terminal from time to time but Prior knows what usual background levels should sound like and it's not this.] And there's no cause for being dramatic, sparing a little would be unlikely to kill me - to those who have greater need, and all that. You could at least take something to try and synthesize? I don't know about all these leaves and flowers they're telling us to use, it all sounds folksy to me. Besides, I know some people afflicted.
[Younger, sweeter, healthier than him in better times. Lucy Pevensie for goodness sakes.]
What other troubles are you working with?
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that's bad news, though. bad news he doesn't comment on directly, for now. John's voice is tight, as much as he tries to keep it on the calm side of professional as settles into a list. ]
Pain's up, barely anyone's taking anything in to avoid the nausea that comes along with it. I've got a couple of patients unable to move a leg or an arm, the hallucinations and paranoia seem to be getting worse. We're having to find ways to restrain people.
[ it's a fucking mess. ]
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[He's not being glib, there's a genuine concern here. He's seen Belize when a pet patient has kept him in for long hours, let alone several dozen of them.]
Isn't there anyone to help? The guard?
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The guard's all over the place, just like we are. Can't imagine they enjoy being in enemy territory much. And it looks like there were people from the group that did this planted in the Guard, the Institute and the Sanctuary, so knowing who to trust near the patients is a nightmare.
Long story short, we've got individuals willing to help, but there's no organised effort. And things are going about as well as you'd expect.
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[He sniffs.]
If there was something I needed, urgently, you'd come?
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[ there are enough healers about now and enough chaos and waiting that it won't make much of a difference to the effort here. ]
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[He's barely trying to be subtle but there's a small effort, at least.]
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[ and John, run off his feet as he is, sounds genuinely flatly baffled for a moment. what difference does that make?
oh. ]
Prior, I'm not going to just fuck off for the fun of it.
[ or for the actually getting more than half an hour's kip in a block of it, whatever. but it's laughed out, a heavy gust of toneless air as a prelude. christ sakes, who's supposed to be the patient here? ]
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[He's tryin, squirtle.]
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... I'll see how things are here.
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Doctor...
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Stop.
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Come over. I'll make cocoa. One night's sleep's a fair trade for two more days before your hands start shaking, surely. And you'll still be visiting the sick, if not presently imperiled.
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[ which isn't funny given that it's a legitimate concern but also at this point what else is there to do but laugh. ]
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[He won't, but he's also prone to wildly exaggerating how much there is.]
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[ oh, but there's something else that might come as relevant information, ]
For what it's worth, I think we've mostly curbed the spread of the infection. I wouldn't necessarily recommend visiting any unwell friends just yet, but it's— safe. Out there. As it's going to get for now, anyway.
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[It's a way from being sure, but even thinking it makes a difference. Not to whether he'll go out - he hasn't become a hermit - but to being just a little less afraid.]
That would be good news - not just for me.
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