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[real_buzzkill]

The Saturday morning clinic shift gave Wilson a reason to get up early, which he appreciated. He started his day with a short jog, just down to the beach and back, then showered and dressed for the day. He'd been hoarding normal looking clothes since the incident with the parachute pants, but he still thought that an offering to the clothes box

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[cryptogam]

Stephen had come to the clinic to speak with Dr. Wilson about the ginger syrup, as he had promised Jane Redman. He was still somewhat dubious about the man's character, but he seemed to be a very dedicated doctor, and that was all that really mattered.

Finding the fellow reading a book about "beauty secrets from the kitchen" was a trifle unexpected, however. "Excuse me, Dr. Wilson - I do not wish to interrupt your reading, but I should like to speak to you a moment, if I may."

[real_buzzkill]

"Sure," he said, setting the book aside immediately. "This is more amusing than anything, but it does mention some enzymes found in papaya that are good for the skin. I thought we might be able to use it in case we have patients with sunburn." He smiled up at Maturin and motioned to the other chair.

"What can I do for you?"

[cryptogam]

Stephen had never heard of putting papaya on one's face, but merely shrugged and sat down. "As you no doubt know, Mrs. Redman is with child, as are several other women on the island. When last we spoke, you mentioned a ginger syrup that might serve as an anti-emetic. Have you any to hand, by chance?"

[real_buzzkill]

"Yes, I've spoken to Mrs. Redman." He nodded. "There's always a jar here, in the second cabinet," he said. "A couple of the pregnant women have used it, and it's more convenient than the tea because it can be taken either in warm water, or on its own, for those who don't have access to warm water."

He leaned back in his chair and considered offering Maturin a drink, but he thought his colleague might consider it too early. "So, ah, I understand you had a dinner engagement with Death." His curiosity got the better of him.

[endlessdel]

Needlemen were bad and Delirium didn't have an idea as to why she thought going to see one was a good idea, mostly they had no clue and mostly they were arrogant but her head kept hurting and it didn't seem to want to get any better. She didn't want to get any better or change but she had been on the Island a whole lifetime already and being in one place was killing her.

"nEeDleMan? nEedLemAn." Delirium said questioningly, tip-toeing. She had managed to evade her siblings, they would forget and she would creep around happily on her own. She grinned happily at the man with a book, he looked silly for a needleman and familiar- he wasn't one of hers but they did share someone. "iT huRTs."

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson had never seen such red hair in his whole life. He stared for a split second before processing to the woman's sing-song plea. Needleman. He supposed that's what doctors were called wherever she came from. "I'm Dr. Wilson," he told her in his most reassuring voice.

A quick visual exam told him that her pupils were slightly dilated, but he saw no wounds. "Where does it hurt, miss?" he said calmly, gesturing to the bed.

[endlessdel]

"i'M dEL." Delirium said, running to the bed and bouncing on it. Delirium giggled and brushed her hair behind her ears as she smirked madly at the doctor.

"eVerywHerE hUrTs, bEing hUmAn hUrTs mY heAd. i nEvER hUrT beFOre aLL sUnsHinE aNd fiShIEs, oNLy hUrT wHen i TriED to bE sANE."

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson always suspected that he'd get a patient who admitted to being off her meds, and this... well, it was close. He went to the cabinet and got a couple of Tylenol, then poured her a glass of water.

"Do you see colors, unusual colors?" he asked as he attempted to hand her the pills.

[thelordofdreams]

Standing in the doorway, Dream was perhaps an imposing figure, simply due to his height and the solemn air about him.

"You are a doctor," he said simply. "My sister instructed me to seek one out."

[real_buzzkill]

"I am," he said professionally. "James Wilson, at your service." The man looked oddly familiar. Wilson wondered if he'd known somebody who looked like him in the past, but as he noticed the man's face, he forgot all about that.

"How were you injured, and about how long ago?"

[thelordofdreams]

"I was lashed by a whip constructed of scorpions," Dream said. "I suppose the time lapsed amounts to about two days."

[real_buzzkill]

OK, that was a new one. "May I?" he asked briefly before pressing near the edge of the wound. "Does that hurt?"

[dogbitesman]

This was an odd sort of declaration, William felt, pausing in the doorway. Then he saw the book and thought that it was an odd sort of book, instead.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked, simply because William was the sort who would quite possibly still ask even if the person in question had been in a white coat with 'Medical Doctor' written on the back, carrying a stethoscope and in the middle of performing a triple bypass.

[real_buzzkill]

"Yeah, got a big diploma with my name on it and everything, but I left that at home," he said drolly. "James Wilson, and you are?"

He set the book on the desk, figuring that he wasn't going to be using berries to darken his lips any time soon.

[dogbitesman]

"What, the island didn't send an itinery ahead and give you time to pack?" William said, a polite smile flickering across his face. "How inconsiderate of it. William de Worde, Tabula Rasa Times. And you're just the man I was looking for, in fact. If you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you about the medical histories project."

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson smiled back, thrilled that, for once, somebody didn't bristle at his sense of humor, which could be so dry that it became unnoticible. "Right now would be fine," he said. "Though, if a patient comes in I'll have to ask you to step outside."