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Tweak says, "SCHMOKIN"!"

Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-18 23:54:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, simon tam, sir didymus

RP: Demented
Characters: Simon, Sir Didymus
Time/Date: Nighttime, September 18
Location: The infirmary
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Simon contemplates "dementors" and tends a sick dog
Status: Complete

Simon had read the updates in the network, and he'd tracked Lily down to ask questions -- after welcoming her back, of course. She'd assured him there shouldn't be any physical injuries caused by the dementors, though there'd be a great deal of depression. When he asked if drugs would work, anti-depressants and the like, she'd admitted that she didn't know, but it wouldn't hurt to have some on hand.

Like he had any choice in that matter. Simon idly fingered his Blackberry, wondering what would happen if he wrote a note to the people in charge to ask for those sorts of drugs. Would it be considered? Would they give it to him because he asked? Was that part of the point? He didn't know, and he wasn't sure what sort of effect asking would have. Most of the time it couldn't hurt to ask, but here ... he thought it might.

Setting the device back on the table, Simon sighed and crossed to the window. Parting the curtains, he gazed out at the view from where he stood. He could see the line, and the edge of the water, but he wouldn't be venturing there any time ... ever.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he thought he should go check on River, or talk to Kyle, or ... do something, but he was at a loss. He could go see Kaylee, but he occasionally needed a little quiet time. She was a wonderful woman, but she was also very high-energy, and sometimes ... well, sometimes he just came to the infirmary to hide. To think. Like he was doing now.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-21 05:15 pm UTC (link)

Didymus was torn. Part of him wanted nothing more than to allow Ambrosius to rest, right there where he was on the kitchen floor. Another part, however, knew he would rest more easily in their room, where there were fewer distractions. And, of course, he wasn't certain that he could manage the bowl and keep the medicinal water from spilling if he had to lead Ambrosius along, as well.

Finally, he nodded, agreeing with the good doctor's suggestion. "Taking him up to our room might be best," he said, but then he frowned. Doctor Tam likely hadn't the strength to carry him, so they would have to walk. Therefore, he bent to retrieve the bowl and handed it to the good doctor. "If thou wouldst be so good as to carry this, I shall coax him along." Then he bent once more, to entice his steed to stand. "Up, boy," he encouraged, giving Ambrosius a prod in the side. "Just a little bit further, and then thou canst rest until the morrow."

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can_swear
2010-09-21 06:26 pm UTC (link)

Simon took the water dish, though he imagined he likely could have carried the dog. But perhaps that might have upset him, if he wasn't accustomed to being carted around. Deciding he'd see how things went, Simon started out of the kitchen to head toward the elevator.

"Which floor are you on?" He inquired. He wasn't sure if he'd seen them around on the second or third floor, and those were the two he spent most of his time on -- between the infirmary and Kaylee's room. Even so, just because he hadn't seen them going in and out didn't mean they weren't on one of those two floors anyway.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-21 09:39 pm UTC (link)

At first, Ambrosius merely gave a whine and covered his eye with a paw. Then he rolled onto his side, pushing both paws at Didymus in such a way as to indicate he did not wish to leave the floor just now.

"Come now, Ambrosius," he said, firmly, straightening and standing back with his hands on his hips. "We must away upstairs, so that thou mayest take thy rest in our room."

Finally, even if it was accompanied by another whimper, Ambrosius slowly got to his feet. "That's better," Didymus said, rewarding him with a pat to the neck. "The fourth floor," he then added, looking up at the good doctor, as he led Ambrosius toward the door and out of the kitchen toward the moving room once again.

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can_swear
2010-09-21 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Simon nodded slightly before he stepped into the lobby and crossed toward the elevator. After pushing the call button, he shifted his grip on the bowl slightly. When the doors opened, he stepped in and stuck his foot out to hold the doors open in case Ambrosius was having a slow walk across the lobby.

Once they were safely settled into the elevator, he nudged the button for the appropriate floor before leaning against the back wall, glancing down to his patient.

He grinned a little, still amused he was playing at being a vet. At least it wasn't anything serious, though he wondered what would happen if something serious did happen. Maybe not to Ambrosius, but to Dug or Oy or ... the panther. Or any other animals that showed up.

He supposed he'd deal with it if it came up, but it was still worth wondering about.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-21 11:46 pm UTC (link)

It was slow going, because Didymus could tell that Ambrosius wanted nothing more than to by lying down once more. Still, he cooed to his steed all the way to the moving room, to encourage him onward, once they were inside, and again, after the doors had opened with the sound of a bell to herald their arrival.

"Almost home now, Ambrosius," Didymus assured him, with another pet to the neck and an encouraging smile. And when they had reached their door, Didymus stretched up to unlock the door and turn the knob. With another whimper, Ambrosius went inside on his own, with nothing in the way of encouragement, and curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. "I thank thee for thine aid, Doctor Tam," Didymus said, and then -- after he'd put away the key inside his doublet -- he held out his hands for the bowl.

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can_swear
2010-09-21 11:50 pm UTC (link)

"That's what I'm here for," Simon assured him as he offered Didymus the bowl. "He really should be fine by the morning," he said quietly. "Just leave that where he can get to it if he's thirsty during the night, and see how he's doing in the morning. If he's still acting sick, I'll ... see what else I can do."

He was fairly certain though that it was just an upset stomach that would pass.

Offering Didymus a smile, unless the fox-man had more questions, Simon turned to head back toward the stairs, intending to stop in to say hi to Kaylee and see what she was up to.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-22 12:30 am UTC (link)

"I shall," Didymus answered with a nod, taking the bowl. He resisted the urge to thank the good doctor a second time, since he had only just dismissed his thanks, before. Still, he offered him a small smile and added, "Thou art exceeding kind."

Even if he had said that was what he was there for, tending to ill dogs was clearly not his domain. And yet, he had done his best, regardless, and for that, Didymus was grateful.

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