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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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