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In Nicholas' mind, the island clinic fell somewhere between Mogambo and Kampala. It was a more ideal environment than the mission by far -- It was air conditioned, for starters -- and from what he could tell, had more qualified doctors than it actually needed. The available equipment was adequate for the need, but the medication supply was negligible at best, even with an on-site laboratory. It couldn't be helped, and Nicholas was extremely familiar (if not especially comfortable) with making do, but when he'd gone nearly a week with little more for his pain than aspirin and the occasional shot of something strong and horrible-tasting from the pretty, freckled little thing at the tiki bar, he thought a little creative thinking might be in order.
There was a fairly impressive patch of cannabis plants growing behind the Compound, and a check to the clinic stores revealed, to Nick's surprise, that there wasn't a bit of medicinal marijuana in the place. Not even enough for one, measly joint. Clearly, that situation needed to be remedied; Valium didn't grow on trees, but pot did. Here it was, a replenishing resource requiring only drying and a modicum of preparing before use.
As such, he took the matter into his own hands, and was currently seated at one of the tables in the Compound recreation area, sipping idly at a cup of black coffee and intensely focused on the opened book on the table before him. Before he attempted any kind of cultivation or harvest, he needed to know what he was doing.
There was a fairly impressive patch of cannabis plants growing behind the Compound, and a check to the clinic stores revealed, to Nick's surprise, that there wasn't a bit of medicinal marijuana in the place. Not even enough for one, measly joint. Clearly, that situation needed to be remedied; Valium didn't grow on trees, but pot did. Here it was, a replenishing resource requiring only drying and a modicum of preparing before use.
As such, he took the matter into his own hands, and was currently seated at one of the tables in the Compound recreation area, sipping idly at a cup of black coffee and intensely focused on the opened book on the table before him. Before he attempted any kind of cultivation or harvest, he needed to know what he was doing.