Inbox for Watson (Pumpkin Hollow)

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Here you may contact Dr. John H. Watson, MD, late of Her Majesty's Army, with any professional or personal issues. He is available by phone, message, or just by dropping in on him at his clinic or his tenement flat.

The Clinic

Watson's clinic is a small building with a couple examination rooms and some beds, kept warm with a little iron stove in the front room. Pictures to come at some point.

The Flat

A short walk away from the clinic is Watson's small but cosy flat, on the second floor in a small tenement building.

The "sitting room" end of the main room
The kitchen, where the stove is the primary source of heat
Watson's desk
Watson's bedroom, alternate view

Comments

[pineapplesalmon]

"... You were correct about that. It's illegal for a reason. As in opium. And many other substances." César looks over to him. "I'm sorry for your loss. A decade's a long time to work with someone. You must have been fairly close."

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"We were extremely close," Watson says. "We were friends, partners, colleagues. We lived together for, oh, eight years, after I came back from Afghanistan. He was best man at my wedding."

He closes his eyes for a moment, and sighs. "Illegal, was it? I didn't think it was quite that serious, but I admit that it is... validating, shall we say. There must be newer drugs to take their place, surely. What of morphine? I know it has its risks, but also it has its uses, it seems to me."

[pineapplesalmon]

"... Friends like that are entirely too hard to find. Once in a lifetime, perhaps." Like César had been with his parents.

César makes a sound of agreement. "Morphine is highly regulated because it's addictive. Opioids as well. Opium itself is illegal."