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[jumpthegun]

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[coyoteking]

[Not worry about owing him? Perish the thought, Watson.

Except yeah he's totally gonna continue to think he owes you. Also he's going back to the Entrance so... no guarantees on the staying clear, either. Sorry Watson.]

Uhhh don't think so? Only phantom pains I've got are where my finger used to be, and those aren't that bad. [That's a lie.] No obsessions and I'm sleeping about the same as I normally do here. Not sick, either.

[jumpthegun]

Whenever you get the pains, try to warm your hand up. Stick it under your armpit or between your thighs, or run it under warm water if you've got that. Try to relax yourself. Have you ever tried meditating? That can help. If you've got something like a ball or other object you can curl your whole hand around, try working and flexing with that. It might help trick your brain into thinking that that phantom finger's getting a workout.

[coyoteking]

Meditating? [What???] Like sitting on the floor and chanting om? I dunno man.

[This is just about the weirdest doctor advice he's ever gotten, Watson. Hey, wait, is Watson doctoring him? He didn't ask for this.]

I have this little squeezy ball thing. That'd probably work. [He was never sure why he ever picked that up, but hey. Now it might come in handy. No pun intended.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, the chanting's optional. [Please enjoy an incredibly dry tone, Charles.] Meditation is about relaxation, regulating your breathing and your body's responses. Just find a place to get relatively comfortable and breathe in for 5 counts, out for 7. Try doing it for just ten or fifteen minutes. It'll put you more in tune with your body and focus you on your breathing, rather than any pain.

[coyoteking]

[Wow, did Watson just sass at him? He's pretty sure Watson just sassed at him. It's not a side of the doctor he's seen before, but he's alright with it.]

Well, okay. I mean, finding a comfortable place here is like finding buried treasure, but next time I'm near a bed- [that's not in a hospital-] maybe I'll give it a shot. Thanks, I guess.

[jumpthegun]

No problem. I'm absolute rubbish at meditating, but it's meant to work for other people.

[coyoteking]

[Charles snorts.]

What makes you the exception? Find a comfy place and get breathing, Doc.

[jumpthegun]

Haven't you heard? Doctors are the absolute worst patients.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, I'll believe it.

[Although he's pretty sure Watson has some stiff competition in the form of himself.]

[jumpthegun]

Glad we've got that settled. You all right otherwise, Charles? Well, all right as this place lets anyone be.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, I'm alright, all things considered.

[He pauses for a second, considering whether or not to say something.]

If I need anything, I'll let you know. [As far as doctors go, Watson's not so bad.] You do the same, yeah?

[jumpthegun]

[That's probably not going to happen from his end now he knows you've read his casebook, Charles, but he appreciates the sentiment.]

Sure. Cheers, mate! Say hi to Charlie from me whenever you speak to him.

[coyoteking]

Will do. See you around!