Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah stopped her with a hand to his arm. "Wait," he said. "Let me get you something clean," he said. Infection and fever were quickly becoming an obsession, something Watson kept harping about in the back of his mind, and he muttered about antibiotics and antiseptics as he walked away from the bed.
When he came back, it was with a change of clothes for Iris (clean, nursing garb that matched James') and a sack of the time period's excuse for medicine (opium, alcohol and quinine), whatever lye he could find, and a surgical kit.
He handed Iris the clothes, and he motioned for James to go help her to change in the nurses' resting room. "We need to get somewhere with clean water," he told Russell, who seemed to be the tour guide. "Sepis is a real risk here," he said, glancing back the way Iris and James had gone.