[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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[preseance]

( he'd been shorter than he'd meant to be, but it weren't as if he were lyin'. he rubs the bridge of his nose, hatin' all the more this awful text-to-voice app that puts the soul outta things. )

I didn't say otherwise, son. ( he says that like he ain't all of six years older. but it's a lifetime, when your baby brother's of a like age. ) I ain't too proud to accept or ask for help when it's due, and I wouldn't stand to let anyone die when there's something else could be done beyond my means. I said we'd ask if we needed it an' I stand by that.

text -> voice

[spitefullight]

[ He sighs on his end, well, at least it wasn't an outright rejection of his help. Getting context from the written word definitely wasn't easy. Maybe he had been a bit rude himself, so he'll switch to voice for this so his tone won't be mistaken. ]

No, it's fine. I shouldn't have been short with you or pushy. So, I'm sorry. [ He replies calmly. ]

But, I meant what I said about checking in every day, even if it's just drop off some supplies for you or give you fresh water for cleaning wounds. I won't get in the way of treatment unless you want me to help. [ It's the best he can do for the time being if they would be reluctant for his help. At the very least he figures he can show them he's willing to be cooperative. ]