It's good that the Doctor let everyone know what to do to suppress an outbreak of plague, but as viruses have a way of spreading whether we like them to or not, I thought I should note that many of the symptoms related to the varied forms of plague can seem quite innocent at first
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He's convinced that Heine is sick with this plague even before he has seen him. If his partner's bizarre words hadn't been enough to clue him in, that muffled cough he'd tried to hide would have been.
But like hell is Kanda just going to stay away. Whatever medicine they have, he is going to get some, and Heine is going to take it if Kanda has to shove it down his damn throat.
He goes down the hall just a few doors to 209 and he knocks...none too softly.]
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Yes?
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You're the one who said that you're a doctor. You spoke about medicine for this plague.
I need some.
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[Jin's eyes were instantly studying Kanda, as if looking for symptoms. Any geniality he'd had was dimmed by his own instinctive shift to business.]
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[Was that a moment of hesitation before the final word? It's hard to tell. He's certainly not giving much away.]
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How far along are his symptoms?
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I heard a cough he wanted to hide and he tried to keep me away. He knows something is wrong.
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Unfortunately, I would have to see him to be able to determine if medication would even be of use to him. Once the symptoms are too far advanced, there is little that can be done.
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You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I was with him a few hours ago. He wasn't sick then, and he is now, so don't try to tell me about symptoms that are "too advanced."
I will be damned to hell if I'm going to stand by and let you condemn him to death because it suits your whims to choose who gets treated and who gets left to rot.
You can give me the medicine he needs or I will take it, but if you're so concerned over speed, then you'll stop wasting my time so I can go to him.
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He's clearly not swayed by these words though, perhaps having too long-standing an experience of doctors playing god, administering life and death according to their own whims and for their own objectives.]
I may not be a doctor, but I damn well know what you people do is about playing the odds on what might work and tossing aside the bodies when it doesn't.
How many cases of this disease have you treated? Not others like it--this one. In this world. And you want me to trust that you can know at a glance whether medicine will work without ever trying it?
NO doctor can do that. If you say you can then you're lying. Sitting on your damn stockpile of drugs playing god and trying to hedge for the surest bets.
You want to do that with other people's lives, be my fucking guest. But you're NOT doing it with my partner's ( ... )
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If you think I would take you within a hundred meters of my partner you are a simpleton and a fool.
What have you done to earn my trust? To prove your competence?
You think I'll fold and submit to you, why? Because you happen to be here? Because I have no other options?
I will make other options.
And you can go to hell.
[And so saying, he turns and storms from the room, slamming the door behind him.
He knows that there are other doctors in the city, not least of which the one who'd spoken about synthesizing drugs a couple days before. Talking to this man further, he's decided, is not worth his time.]
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