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[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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[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.