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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[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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