Room 75 OOM
Sep. 17th, 2005 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
politestpirateThe hangover? Wellard can perhaps blame on Sharpe. The headache and general pounding of his head is quite a hangover.
The chills, weeping eyes, and cramps are not, as well as the general pain moving through his body.
(Doctor Clive shook the small glass bottle. "A little laudanum for the pain?")
His fingers fumble with the cap, but Wellard does not drop the bottle. There's a few doses left. It would not do to waste them. One swallow, and he manages to get the cap back on, and with exaggerated care, set the bottle down on the small table.
Soon, the pain from the hangover and the pain in general ebb and seep away. He'll keep to his room until the world stops swaying before his eyes, but the pain is gone.
The chills, weeping eyes, and cramps are not, as well as the general pain moving through his body.
(Doctor Clive shook the small glass bottle. "A little laudanum for the pain?")
His fingers fumble with the cap, but Wellard does not drop the bottle. There's a few doses left. It would not do to waste them. One swallow, and he manages to get the cap back on, and with exaggerated care, set the bottle down on the small table.
Soon, the pain from the hangover and the pain in general ebb and seep away. He'll keep to his room until the world stops swaying before his eyes, but the pain is gone.
