#SANITATCM. 002

[himbovillains]

"I promised you complete honesty, and I am giving that to you!" @sanitatcm — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

he hasn't visited her in a while. granted, it's because her leg has healed quite nicely and she's otherwise been well, but she thought that at least he would have stopped by to check in on how she was doing. or even just to say hello. as far as she was aware, they'd struck up somewhat of a familiarity. she enjoyed his company. so she'd taken it upon herself to visit him instead, making the trek to dwight's cliffside cottage, despite the blustering winds whipping her dress into a frenzy. but it hadn't taken long for an argument to start up, with her mostly concerned for his wellbeing.

‘ are you? ’ it isn't often that she finds herself losing her composure. in fact, it takes rather a lot to rile her. she generally has somewhat of a sunny disposition. but lying? and to her face, no less? that's something that she won't abide for. ‘ because it doesn't take a doctor to see that you're not taking care of yourself. if you don't want to spend time in my company, then i won't force you, but you can't lie to me and expect me to believe it. ’

[dmlza]

“ i can stay and make myself useful. ” @sanitatcm — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

‘ don't be thinkin' you'll be gettin' off easy by makin' that offer on account a'kindness an' all that, ’ she warns, wiping her flour-covered hands off on her dress, apron be damned. a ball of dough rests on the kitchen table, freshly floured and ready to be rolled into a pie crust, which had been her task when he'd come walking through her kitchen door. she's pleased to see him, always is, his warm nature a welcome presence in her home. ‘ since you'll be wantin' to stay for dinner, i see's no reason why you can't help out with the makin' of it. ’ her hands find their way to her hips, and the expectant look that she gives him is slightly marred by the smile that is threatening to pull at her lips. she cannot keep serious for long, especially not around a friend. ‘ how fares your pie-makin'? be it as good as your doctorin'? ’

[hinge]

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[frser]

M. come. let me tend to your eye.

right eye bruised and swollen , a fight that needn't have been. the bootleg business had gotten complicated - those who wanted more of a cut , and jamie doing everything within his power to remain as fair and honest as he could in such a trade. of course he's aware of the irony sitting currently in a dimly lit room as the doctor went to examine.

' an accident brought on by greed ' jamie manages to spit out , anger can be felt within words. ' thank you doctor for coming and for your discretion ' his current residence is one that would surely turn heads , a residence that is controversial. it seemed of sound mind to be near whiskey that needed to be hidden to ensure that he could protect the contraband and sell it at a price that would be agreeable to all parties.

there's a fire that stokes , the lighting of such embers casts shadows upon their features as the doctor goes about his work. ' doctor enys i would appreciate if you could keep this particular interaction between us two - there would be those who would be eager to know that they had indeed made their intentions known that they were able to get to me. '

there's an air of defeat , for jamie exhaustion seemed to be the one constant in his life. there had been a time when exhaustion seemed worth it , that his life had meant a little more. he would best describe himself as lost , hopelessly lost in a world that to him didn't have the luster it once did.

' am i keeping you from something ? ' words that mean to convey his empathy in being pulled away in the middle of the night. / @sanitatcm

[frser]

he feels like he has lived ten lives , one foot in the future and another rightly rooted in past as head and heart worked to remain in the present. in his years he had gotten re-married , learned that there was some happiness to be had - life must go on , and time was some sort of healer in that regard.

the quip about finances gets a smile , blue eyes softening as he nods along - they are more alike than jamie cares to let on. of course the printing brought in decent customers but all with the understanding that of course , there were ulterior motives for taking up such a profession. he would rightly be known as a linguaphile , and the press gave him more than enough room to navigate such things.

' ah it was a woman who had my heart at one time ... ' jamie allows room for levity , for the idea of softness , ' she was a healer , though some people were leery of her ways , thought magik took root in her practices ' a shake of head as he inhales , ' cannot rightly say why people are superstitious but , over time she opened their minds ... let them see that her healing nature took root in goodness '

the story is more complicated than the other may ever know , alexander malcom then clears throat - the deception was rather easy you see for he still was using a namesake that was close to heart.

' ah are you trying to say that those who are afforded more opportunities in the world are difficult ? ' again humor hangs on tongue as his blue eyes shine , ' well mr. enys don't let them know that they are the most suspicious lot i've come across '

the conversation takes a turn , the clock chiming from the heart of the city. ' how do you find the royal infirmary doctor ? '

dwight smiles at the other man's quip. he cannot argue. for the whole of his career, he has come up hard against that truth. not always in regard to his ideas about medicine (though the old guard could be immoveable enough there) but rather in his priorities. so many in his profession sought the wealthiest patients and the lushest practices, thinking of their coffers more than their patients. dwight had never viewed such ways with anything but utter repugnance. it did not matter that most of his patients could not pay him. he wanted to help people - to learn and to heal those most in need.

" no, " he replies at last. " i am under no illusions as to that. " but there is a wry touch to his voice when he admits aloud some of what had been in his thoughts. " the state of my finances is proof enough. "

the printer's question earns a rueful chuckle. " in most cases, that battle is won before they ever arrive on my doorstep. " amongst the villagers he attends on, he knows he is generally liked, which has earned him considerable trust. but those who do not trust... they avoid him at all cost. " i live in cornwall, " he continues. " amongst rural miners. they're a superstitious lot, there is no denying it. but they also trust results... no, the resistance i find comes as much from the more... educated of the district. " his emphasis leaves little doubt of his opinion on that subject. stubborn and superior might have been better words for them...

the talk of home is accompanied by a twinge of guilt. he'd wrestled with the decision to come to edinburgh and leave his patients behind for several months. but the invitation from an old friend to visit the city's royal infirmary had been too much to pass up. the experience he could gain... when an apothecary he'd known in london had agreed to see to his patients in his absence, there had been no further decision to make.

" forgive me, " he says after a moment. something in the other man's tone had piqued his curiosity. " i had not expected to find a printer with such an interest in medicine... "