I'll look into the painkillers Dr. Valenti prescribed last time and bring you a supply of those. Some vitamin C supplements also wouldn't go amiss for dealing with the scurvy. It can be dealt with through adjustments to your diet, which I'm sure you and your lieutenant are well aware of, but supplements will make for a faster and more targeted treatment. [There's a short pause in his texting as Charles makes a few notes for the supplies he needs to pick up the next time he's at the hospital.]
I'll be sure to handle the matter delicately. He clearly cares a great deal for you, and I'm sure your sudden arrival was as much of a surprise as it was a relief.
What's your address, and what would be a good day for me to drop by at night?
Of course. I'll send a text an hour before I arrive.
[A day later, and after Charles has finished one of his night shifts at the hospital, he arrives outside the address Crozier had texted to him. He's carrying a tote in one hand, and raises the other to give the front door a few sharp knocks. He isn't sure what to expect when the door opens, but he's anticipating something along the lines of when worried family members would accompany their loved ones to the clinic in London: worry, and perhaps a little tension.
It's normal. Something to be expected when a friend or loved one is sick.]
It's Charles, [he announces.] I've brought the medicine.
god I'm sorry this is late, life kicked me in the dick
[ 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.
[Charles notes the tension in the other man's frame as Jopson greets him, but that alone isn't up to par for the word Francis had tacked onto this encounter: territorial. Perhaps more is coming, but this initial welcoming is about what he would have expected. For his part, Charles settles into his usual courteous and straight-backed formality as he's led through Jopson's home.]
That's the intention. He told me that Dr. Valenti prescribed him painkillers for one of his conditions before, and it's a potent medication. It should allow him to rest in as much comfort as possible, given what the city pulled him from. [He doesn't know all the details, but Francis' descriptions of an arctic expedition and scurvy were enough that he put two and two together.] That and the vitamin C supplement - I've brought the highest concentration the hospital had available.
[As they enter the room with Francis' sickbed, Charles offers the captain a polite smile, but not one without warmth. Making his way over to a small table in the room, the vampire wastes no time in placing down his bag, and beginning to pull out the various medications he brought with him.]
Hello, Francis. I'll apologize for the late hour of my arrival. [Both of them know it can't be helped, but it isn't ideal that he's keeping the other man awake at this time of night.] This shouldn't take long, and then you'll be able to have a comfortable, and hopefully painless, rest.
[ He waves off Charles' apology with an impatient fling of his hand. Time is little more than a formality, a holdover of the civilized world, after three years under the tyranny of the Arctic's rhythm. ]
Good. [ His attention drop to his man behind Charles. ] Jopson, whatever he needs.
[ That's his one and only command for the both of them. Get on with it. ]
[ Thomas tenses slightly, bristles even, at the mention of a vitamin C supplement. He's had the reason behind the curative effects of lemon juice explained to him at some point over the last two years of his being scurvy-free, and he bites his tongue from immediately responding that, actually, he has the scurvy well taken care of, thanks to his own lemon tree growing outside for exactly this purpose. He only bits his tongue because he knows his place, even now, even here, because a doctor will always outrank him in matters of medicine. And he's to give Charles whatever he needs, at that.
And just what, exactly does Charles know of where the city pulled him from?
With a somewhat sour frown, Thomas nods. ]
I'll fetch some more water and lemon juice.
[ And he leaves to do just that, but he'll be back shortly. Enjoy the moment alone while it lasts. ]
finally back on the tag brain train. sorry for the wait!
[His back turned to Jopson and hands busy with readying the first doses of painkillers and vitamin C, Charles doesn't notice the less than enthusiastic response to his explanation of the cure he's brought. Even if he did, there's healing to be done.
Moving to Crozier's bedside, he presents the man with a small plastic cup with two pills in it.] For future use, it's best to take the painkiller with a meal. [He hands over the cup, and then settles himself into the chair at the man's bedside.]
When you're through taking those, may I take a look at your arm? [He gestures to the arm he knows the man was referring to in his texts - the one with the missing hand.]
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I'll be sure to handle the matter delicately. He clearly cares a great deal for you, and I'm sure your sudden arrival was as much of a surprise as it was a relief.
What's your address, and what would be a good day for me to drop by at night?
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Currently I am under Jopson's roof for the coming few days. Whatever evening is most convenient will be fine. He will know to expect you.
Your help is most welcome and appreciated.
F. Crozier
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[A day later, and after Charles has finished one of his night shifts at the hospital, he arrives outside the address Crozier had texted to him. He's carrying a tote in one hand, and raises the other to give the front door a few sharp knocks. He isn't sure what to expect when the door opens, but he's anticipating something along the lines of when worried family members would accompany their loved ones to the clinic in London: worry, and perhaps a little tension.
It's normal. Something to be expected when a friend or loved one is sick.]
It's Charles, [he announces.] I've brought the medicine.
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.
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That's the intention. He told me that Dr. Valenti prescribed him painkillers for one of his conditions before, and it's a potent medication. It should allow him to rest in as much comfort as possible, given what the city pulled him from. [He doesn't know all the details, but Francis' descriptions of an arctic expedition and scurvy were enough that he put two and two together.] That and the vitamin C supplement - I've brought the highest concentration the hospital had available.
[As they enter the room with Francis' sickbed, Charles offers the captain a polite smile, but not one without warmth. Making his way over to a small table in the room, the vampire wastes no time in placing down his bag, and beginning to pull out the various medications he brought with him.]
Hello, Francis. I'll apologize for the late hour of my arrival. [Both of them know it can't be helped, but it isn't ideal that he's keeping the other man awake at this time of night.] This shouldn't take long, and then you'll be able to have a comfortable, and hopefully painless, rest.
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Good. [ His attention drop to his man behind Charles. ] Jopson, whatever he needs.
[ That's his one and only command for the both of them. Get on with it. ]
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And just what, exactly does Charles know of where the city pulled him from?
With a somewhat sour frown, Thomas nods. ]
I'll fetch some more water and lemon juice.
[ And he leaves to do just that, but he'll be back shortly. Enjoy the moment alone while it lasts. ]
finally back on the tag brain train. sorry for the wait!
Moving to Crozier's bedside, he presents the man with a small plastic cup with two pills in it.] For future use, it's best to take the painkiller with a meal. [He hands over the cup, and then settles himself into the chair at the man's bedside.]
When you're through taking those, may I take a look at your arm? [He gestures to the arm he knows the man was referring to in his texts - the one with the missing hand.]