[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

Comments

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[thegooddrjones]

How are the stitches? Is there any sign of infection?

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[thegooddrjones]

Snape, tomorrow might be too early. If I take them out too early it risks reopening the wound. I've no intention of endangering my patient.

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[emptyyourself]

I imagine it has little to do with your patient and more to do with a desire to avoid having a similar injury on your own neck.

I'm not blind, Doctor.

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[thegooddrjones]

How dare you.

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[emptyyourself]

What, exactly, do you find offensive about that? For one who claims to be so well-educated regarding my history, you certainly seem surprised by the things I say.

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[thegooddrjones]

I'm not fighting about this with you right now, sorry, Snape.

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[emptyyourself]

I suggest you tell me a day and time that will suit you.

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[thegooddrjones]

Two days from now? At two in the afternoon?

Has their been any sort of weird discharge or any of that? I worried with... Nevermind.

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[emptyyourself]

With?

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[thegooddrjones]

Stitches and a magical wound.

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[emptyyourself]

It would seem West was on your side.

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[thegooddrjones]

I highly doubt West is on anyone's side.

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[emptyyourself]

Perhaps you're a far better physician than you seem.

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[thegooddrjones]

I suspect it's more to do with luck than anything else.

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[emptyyourself]

Does that seem like the likeliest of explanations to you?

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[thegooddrjones]

Because West caring is such a better one.