[John's awake because of Angel. Thanks, Angel. He's also generally not getting wonderful sleep, of late. It's better now that he's with Sherlock, but far from what he should be getting. His voice is quiet, though, in deference to his friend's presence in the pharmacy.]
I do. If it's something personal or medical, you may want to switch to text. I'm with Sherlock.
['And he's in the habit of eavesdropping,' goes unsaid, however heavily implied.]
Can you tell how bad the pain is? It'll matter for what I recommend. I'm really not keen on handing out more narcotics with as many prescriptions as we have floating around, but I can do him on a one-month supply.
Okay. I think I want to start him on a mid-level, non-narcotic painkiller, then. We can move up if that doesn't help, but I will need to talk to him to ask him for attending physician rights for the prescription. Or if you can convince him to grant me them, that'll do, as well.
Yeah. That'll work. I can put in the request as soon as his permission goes in. How are you doing, yourself, Ms. Romanov? Any signs or symptoms of MN Poisoning?
Yet. Please make sure you're taking plenty of breaks during the day and staying well hydrated. People have started developing TB-like symptoms with what started off as a 'nothing serious' cough.
It's a little weird to explain--it doesn't really make much sense. But he just sort of made me forget about it.
I'd been having trouble with my leg since I'd gotten back from the front lines in Afghanistan. Just one of those things. I'd been dealing with it for months--physical therapy, proper therapy--nothing was really working. Anyway, it was our first case together a few days after I'd met him and we'd moved into a flat together. We were at a restaurant on a stakeout watching for this bloke who was killing people with poisoned pills and making them look like suicides.
We weren't seeing anything, and then Sherlock spotted a suspicious cab that had been idling by the corner for much too long. He jumped up to go investigate, and we'd been sitting for hours. I wasn't really thinking about it when I got up to go after him. Accidentally left my cane behind while we chased a cab around central London, on-foot. It was one of the most ridiculous and exciting things I'd ever done in my life!
Ended up being a bust on the cab at the time. We figured out it was just some tourist riding in the back. When we got back to the flat, Angelo, the bloke who ran the restaurant, came by to drop off my cane. Sherlock had texted him to bring it over for me.
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I do. If it's something personal or medical, you may want to switch to text. I'm with Sherlock.
['And he's in the habit of eavesdropping,' goes unsaid, however heavily implied.]
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Can you tell how bad the pain is? It'll matter for what I recommend. I'm really not keen on handing out more narcotics with as many prescriptions as we have floating around, but I can do him on a one-month supply.
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[She is way downplaying this, but now at least Clint can't yell at her for not mentioning it.]
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Is he? And how did that happen?
cw: brief mention of suicides
I'd been having trouble with my leg since I'd gotten back from the front lines in Afghanistan. Just one of those things. I'd been dealing with it for months--physical therapy, proper therapy--nothing was really working. Anyway, it was our first case together a few days after I'd met him and we'd moved into a flat together. We were at a restaurant on a stakeout watching for this bloke who was killing people with poisoned pills and making them look like suicides.
We weren't seeing anything, and then Sherlock spotted a suspicious cab that had been idling by the corner for much too long. He jumped up to go investigate, and we'd been sitting for hours. I wasn't really thinking about it when I got up to go after him. Accidentally left my cane behind while we chased a cab around central London, on-foot. It was one of the most ridiculous and exciting things I'd ever done in my life!
Ended up being a bust on the cab at the time. We figured out it was just some tourist riding in the back. When we got back to the flat, Angelo, the bloke who ran the restaurant, came by to drop off my cane. Sherlock had texted him to bring it over for me.
I haven't had to use it since.