[ Some time ago, some four years ago that feels like four ages ago, Thomas Jopson had been described as being like a mongoose in taking care of Crozier. He had only been going through withdrawal at the time, and Thomas's affections had been so thoroughly contained with no dream of them ever being returned. Now, when he'd lost one of the dearest loves of his life only to have him returned again to him in that miserable half-alive state that he had once arrived in, to describe him as like a mongoose would be something of an understatement. Crozier's care is of paramount importance. He's cancelled appointments, he's taken time off work, he's gone full mother-hen to make sure he can get Crozier back to health again.
So, at the mention of a doctor coming to see him, Thomas finds himself glad. He knows well enough how to handle scurvy and starvation, as he's treated it in himself and in John Irving too, but he's no man of medicine. He's more nursemaid than physician, and he knows it. He welcomes the help, in this exclusive case.
What Charles gets when the door opens is a stern man in his rolled up shirt-sleeves who looks like he hasn't had much sleep, and yet has managed to keep himself tidy all bedsitting aside, not a hair out of place. Perhaps he combed it quickly before answering the door.
The stern look fades somewhat into a welcome but polite smile. ]
Dr. Saville, please, come in.
[ Once he's shut the door behind him, he starts to lead Charles through his modestly decorated but cosy home. ]
When the Captain told me someone was coming to help I'll admit I weren't happy to hear it, I can take care of him just fine myself you see, but once he mentioned you was a doctor that did change things. If you can help speed his recovery along, I'd be grateful for it.
god I'm sorry this is late, life kicked me in the dick
So, at the mention of a doctor coming to see him, Thomas finds himself glad. He knows well enough how to handle scurvy and starvation, as he's treated it in himself and in John Irving too, but he's no man of medicine. He's more nursemaid than physician, and he knows it. He welcomes the help, in this exclusive case.
What Charles gets when the door opens is a stern man in his rolled up shirt-sleeves who looks like he hasn't had much sleep, and yet has managed to keep himself tidy all bedsitting aside, not a hair out of place. Perhaps he combed it quickly before answering the door.
The stern look fades somewhat into a welcome but polite smile. ]
Dr. Saville, please, come in.
[ Once he's shut the door behind him, he starts to lead Charles through his modestly decorated but cosy home. ]
When the Captain told me someone was coming to help I'll admit I weren't happy to hear it, I can take care of him just fine myself you see, but once he mentioned you was a doctor that did change things. If you can help speed his recovery along, I'd be grateful for it.