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[thebestnose]

I'm not sure if I should make an announcement about this, but I might as well. My inmate, Chloe, is gone. She left before the port. I don't know why and I don't know where.

But I hate feeling like I'm not doing anything, so if anyone needs help with anything, I'm more than willing to give my time.

Two in a matter of months.

[Infirmary filter, minus Martha]

I think I need stitches. I wo- can't go to the infirmary, though.

[Private to Eddie R.]

You made it back, didn't you? I have to do something and then I'll come and see you. I have your swatches to return.

Comments

Infirmary Filter

[bitnotgood]

I'll help. I just need to know your name and current location.

Infirmary Filter

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

I'm Jane. And I'm in my cabin- level seven, the first room.

Infirmary Filter

[bitnotgood]

Doctor John Watson. Just arrived...um...I think it was last week. Sorry, the days have been running together.

If you'd still like those stitches, I'll be on my way shortly.

Infirmary Filter

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I don't want them, but I need them.

Thank you.

Infirmary Filter

[bitnotgood]

Heading out now then.

You're welcome.

Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Jane had the door partly open, as she really didn't want to get up a second time when the doctor arrived. Her arm had seemed to stop bleeding the night before, when they arrived on the barge, but it had started back up as soon as she tried to do anything with it that morning. She had cleaned herself up, of course, but the clean cloth she had put against it earlier was already starting to turn red. Or so she imagined.

Her hands were cut, her ankle was swollen, but at least she was alive. Thanks to Elle.]

Spam

[bitnotgood]

[John had knocked on the partly ajar door before letting himself in, though he closed it as he stepped inside for privacy's sake. This was his second...house call, if you could call it that, in the past week. It was enough to make him wonder what was wrong with the infirmary.]

Hello? It's Dr. Watson.

Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Jane looked up from where she sat in her chair.] I should hope so. [She held up her arm and pulled away the cloth, revealing a deep gash just above her elbow.] I fell on a rock.

[She had a swatch of colour in her other hand, which she kept away from her line of sight. She was saving it for when he actually had to do the stitching.]

Don't bother with any of your medicines. Just stitch me up.

Spam

[bitnotgood]

[John crossed the room and crouched down beside her chair, inspecting the wound and eyeing her warily at her unusual request. No local anaesthetic? ...tough girl.

Or possibly allergic.]

If you're sure.

[But that's all John said on the subject. He opened up his kit and began to get out the necessary tools, noticing the swatch in her hand but deciding not to comment.]

I'm just going to clean it first. Raise your elbow for me; it'll help stop the bleeding.

Private

[una_persson]

For what it may be worth—and I know it's probably not a lot—I'm sorry to hear about your inmate.

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

It's alright, Una. Really.

It's just...frustrating.

Private (hee, matching icons)

[una_persson]

I know. I think I prefer the frustration of O'Brien having been here almost two years to the frustration of the inmate revolving door.

Private (I noticed just after I posted it!)

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

At least there's progress being made.

It's not me, is it? The Admiral doesn't do that on purpose, right?

Private

[una_persson]

Far as I can tell, there's no rhyme or reason to it, and I've never seen it really as a reflection on the warden, or the inmate for that matter. Best to not take it personally.

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I hope you're right. I don't really take it personally.

Or I try not to.

Private

[una_persson]

All you can do, really. More will come, anyway.

Did you get by all right in the port?

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I survived. I was with the Yellow Prefect and his inmate. Until he wandered off and it was just Elle and me.

How did you do?

private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I'm back, yes.

Did you need them?

Are you alright?

Re: private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

No. I don't need them now. And I'm alright.

Re: private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Now? Now?

I'm glad to hear it, though. Or I'd have to... throw something at a Yellow Prefect and his inmate.

Re: private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to come and see you or not?

Don't throw anything. That's what I do.

Re: private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, of course.

I'm just glad you're back safe.

spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Me, too. I'll see you later.

[And, once John had finished the stitches, she headed to Eddie's room, knocking lightly.]

Re: spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie answered the door, and stood back to let her in when he realised who it was.]

What happened?

Re: spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She stepped inside before answering and placed the swatches on his desk. There was no way she could get away with saying "nothing" now, as she had the bandages to prove that something happened.]

I fell from a fence.