What he wouldn’t fucking give for Luc-Mercier Volante to have gotten the penicillin working already.
But the infection worsens, and worsens. Doctor Strange keeps the wound clean, rinses and changes her dressings, applies an embrium salve, keeps her well-hydrated, follows all the right steps, wishes for fucking antibiotics, wishes for proper healing magic of his own. But Ness has still been getting worse and worse, and despite himself he remembers, not too long ago, hovering in this infirmary helplessly watching another patient cratering in critical condition.
Think all our doctors been murderers.
The words echo in his ears, unpleasant, galling. He sizes up the girl’s drawn pale face, her croak of a voice. Presses a cool wrist to her forehead and feels the heat blazing.
“You’re in the infirmary,” he confirms, as crisp and professional as he can make it. Rather than try to carry on an extended conversation, he reaches for his own crystal. Speaks into it: “Healer Isaac?”
Any other time, this message might have contained some friendly grousing about the man’s surname and lack thereof, how the doctor’s paperwork is all fucked without it, he needs a better way to refer to his colleague. This time, it’s simply to-the-point.
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But the infection worsens, and worsens. Doctor Strange keeps the wound clean, rinses and changes her dressings, applies an embrium salve, keeps her well-hydrated, follows all the right steps, wishes for fucking antibiotics, wishes for proper healing magic of his own. But Ness has still been getting worse and worse, and despite himself he remembers, not too long ago, hovering in this infirmary helplessly watching another patient cratering in critical condition.
Think all our doctors been murderers.
The words echo in his ears, unpleasant, galling. He sizes up the girl’s drawn pale face, her croak of a voice. Presses a cool wrist to her forehead and feels the heat blazing.
“You’re in the infirmary,” he confirms, as crisp and professional as he can make it. Rather than try to carry on an extended conversation, he reaches for his own crystal. Speaks into it: “Healer Isaac?”
Any other time, this message might have contained some friendly grousing about the man’s surname and lack thereof, how the doctor’s paperwork is all fucked without it, he needs a better way to refer to his colleague. This time, it’s simply to-the-point.