[ 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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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.]