[text] @doctorsin [open]

[sulfa]

This is Wade. Doc Hicks and I wanted to put the word out that anyone who needs medical attention now or in the future can find one of us - I'm in Room 310 and Gene's camped out by the bonfire. We're in the process of establishing a clinic in the chapel vestry for the sick and injured. If you have any information on new medical developments from your time or have any medications from the future, please share them.

And lastly: if you go out into the woods, bring one of us along. That's what we're here for.

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@raylan

[ultimatums]

Open question: either of you got any Tylenol?
If no: is 'hair of the dog' an urban myth or worth a shot?

[preseance]

( hangovers. lord. he's tempted to let raylan suffer, but. ain't no point to it, an' he ain't cruel. with a faint, long-suffering sigh — )

I've got enough acetaminophen tabs to take the edge off. How hard'ya go?

[ultimatums]

[ whatever acetaminophen is, raylan doesn't know; all that matters is if it'll work to crush this cluster headache he's been carrying around since he dragged himself into wakefulness. ]

No harder'n usual. [ at least he's talking now, so he doesn't have to furrow his brow at the screen. ] Although – maybe a little. [ somehow it's easier to knock back shitty bourbon than it is with something half-decent. a contemplative silence that clearly means he's deciding on whether or not to say something. eventually, sounding a little cowed: ] You think you'd need those for anythin' more urgent than this?

[preseance]

( well, that softens him up some. he doesn't like how bad he'd bristled at the request, more-so because he does genuinely like raylan. it's a holdover from bein' on the front lines an' despairin' at the concept of casual use of anything. )

Could be. Ain't no way of telling.

( how many times did he use up the last of his morphine on a fella who was busted but maybe could'a stood it, only to have someone else get it worse later? too fucking many. )

But we should have a shipment of meds comin' in next month, and a couple tabs ain't gonna make or break us.

( he glances to wade to see if they're of a mind with this, an' then, )

Where're you holed up?

[ultimatums]

My room, 307. [ raylan scrubs his eye with the heel of his hand, grimacing. something about this is just making him feel kind of pathetic. maybe he should quit chugging bourbon back like it's air and he's a drowning man. maybe he should do this and maybe he will, or maybe he won't. depends on how the rest of this "day" pans out. ] I can probably hold off, if you're short. Mostly just wanted to complain about it a little.

[ god, but his head is killing him, though. he hasn't been kicked this bad by a hangover for a long time. ] Hair of the dog, though, how real is that? You hear mixed messages.

[preseance]

Ah, I wouldn't rightly know. Only been three sheets to the wind once.

( just before he shipped out. he an' the boys went out in new york an' gene, who'd grown up in a dry county an' ain't never tried anythin' harder than iced tea, had been introduced to whiskey. he's pretty sure he slept it off in a garbage heap, an' gemara had to drag him on out. )

But I can bring you a couple beer if'n you wanna try it out. ( he's joking. or is he? )

ok this thread is OVER but for posterity...

[ultimatums]

[ whether he's joking or not, raylan's leaping on this like a much braver person than he on a grenade. ]

If that's your official prescription, then – just let yourself in, doc.

[kungfuey]

[ Yeah she was out of there at the crack of dawn which probably just adds salt to the wounds. ]

Here I thought Cowboys could hold their liquor.

[ultimatums]

In the moment, yes
The morning after? It's holding me

1/2

[kungfuey]

You know what you need?
Bacon.
Eggs.
Maybe some hash browns.

2/2

[kungfuey]

By the way, if you're gonna puke could you at least open a window?

[ Can you feel the shit-eating grin from here, Raylan? ]

[ultimatums]

[ oh, he can feel it alright. ]

I'm not gonna puke
How old do you think I am

[kungfuey]

I thought you could keep out without getting green around the gills.
If I'm wrong about that what else am I wrong about?

[ultimatums]

I might have been slightly irresponsible with my intake last night but that does not make me some sort of college-age sorority hussy downing Jagerbombs for the sugar rush

[kungfuey]

So what? You're more fratboy who doesn't know when to slow down?

[ Who needs television when she's got rilin' Raylan? ]

[ultimatums]

I'm the maladjusted law enforcement officer in a new and unsettling situation
All I have is bourbon
You should be wiping a tear from your eye at my suffering

[kungfuey]

Aww. If only I had a tissue to spare.

[ultimatums]

Didn't your momma ever tell you if you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all?

[kungfuey]

My momma taught me that cleanliness was next to godliness and how to field strip and reassemble a sidearm in 30 seconds.

[ She's not just good with pointy things. Just don't ask her how to make an omelet. ]