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[simon_doctor]

Simon's in the infirmary, running a quick routine check of the inventory. It's not the day for it, but he knows Bar wasn't working over the weekend, and wanted to make sure that hasn't affected the emergency supplies.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

This might be a Mal poking her head into the infirmary, glancing around, looking for several people.

Simon's not quite one of them, but he'll do.

[simon_doctor]

He looks up. "Can I help you?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Doesn't quite step in.

"I was looking for a couple of people, actually - Doctor Guppy, but I don't think he's here, and a man who came in last night? He was badly hurt, it looked like he fell."

Hesitates.

"And...um...could I maybe ask you about something?"

[simon_doctor]

"I haven't seen Dr. Sandhu..." A small frown of concern. "You can ask me, certainly."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"He's getting drunk in the bar."

Softly.

"I just wondered if you're allowed to give out sleeping stuff."

[simon_doctor]

"You've been having trouble sleeping?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Read: hasn't slept for more then two hours at a time since she got back.

One hand rises to trace bright acid burns on her face.

[simon_doctor]

Simon's noticed those.

"If it's residual pain from the burns that's making it hard for you to sleep, you'd probably do best to use a simple analgesic. If it's something else...."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"It's more dreams."

Doesn't volunteer any other information.

[simon_doctor]

Quietly: "I see."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Can you help, maybe?"

Looks up, now.

[simon_doctor]

"I can prescribe you a mild soother, to begin with." He turns to pick up one of his inventory lists, and finds the item. "Do you have any allergies I should know about, any unusual medical conditions?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"I'm dead. A vampire. That's likely it."

Watching him still from the door.

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

It's perhaps an odd group that comes in, a young woman and a man strugging with an unconscious young man.

"We need help. Please."

[simon_doctor]

Simon immediately sets down the box of ampules he's counting, turning in the same motion to help half-carry the young man to one of the beds.

"Did either of you see what happened?" His hand's already at the patient's throat, finding the pulse.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy didn't see what happened, but she's not sure anyone could have. "Professor Lyon said he's been magically attacked by the White Rider, and is in shock. Also, it's imperiative that he not be given any drugs or medicines containing opiates, synt-synthetic or otherwise."

She doesn't know why, and doesn't need to. Professor Lyon said. It's enough.

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

When Merriman first named the White Rider, Owen was distracted by Wellard and did not hear. Now, his head jerks upward. "The White-- Iesu mawr."

[simon_doctor]

The unconscious man's pulse is thready and rapid; sweat's beading on his temples, and the flesh of his throat is discoloring slightly as though bruised. The discoloration extends most of the way down his chest.

"He's bleeding internally. I may have to -- you said no opiates?" he asks over his shoulder at Amy.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy shakes her head. "No. He can't be given any opiates." Amy doesn't even know what they are, but whatever they are, Mr. Wellard is not to have them.

"Professor Lyon said the White Rider was working through him, that he's been physically and emotionally weakened by the experience, that he needs to be treated for shock and looked after, and that it was absolutely imperiative he not be given opiates."

She has noticed Owen's reaction. "Are you all right, Mr. . . ." she trails off, rather surprised to find that she doesn't know the man's name.

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

"Davies. Owen Davies." But Owen has already hurried off to the infirmary door. He moves now in the swift stride of a man not young who spends his life doing manual labour outdoors.

Soon he is gone (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/12555581.html?thread=519337021#t519337021).

[simon_doctor]

Simon barely spares a glance for the retreating Mr. Davies; he's washing his hands, unwrapping a pair of sterile surgical gloves.

He's going to need help with this.

"Listen," he says to the girl. "I need you to go out into the bar and find out if there's another doctor here tonight. Any other doctor. Or nurse, or medic of any sort. I'm going to need a second pair of trained hands."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy nods, and steps out of the infirmary.

She doesn't know many doctors, but she does find Professor Lyon, who it seems to her should know more about what's wrong, if nothing else. She explains the situation as quickly and precisely as she can (which is rather more quick, and less precise), and the two return a moment later.

"This is Professor Lyon, Doctor."

She'll worry about names later.

[gramarye1971]

Merriman's gaze flits from Amy to Wellard on the bed and then to the young man who is doing the examining. 'Doctor. How is he?'

[simon_doctor]

"He's bleeding internally." Simon's got one hand on the patient's wrist to monitor his pulse again; it's weakening. "I'm going to open him up to try and close whatever internal injuries he has, and I'm going to need assistance. Are you ... do you have any medical training, Professor Lyon?"

[gramarye1971]

'It has been some time, but tell me what to do and I will see it done,' he replies, without hesitation. He quickly removes his teaching gown and suit jacket, undoing his cuffs and rolling up his shirt-sleeves to the elbows. 'I had thought it was shock alone, but if it is more serious that is not surprising.'

Merely infuriating.