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[guppy_sandhu]

The report on Javert's disappearance hasn't thrown up any exact answers as to what is going on. Guppy still means to speak to the priest, at some point, but for now the report is sitting there staring accusingly at him.

In the meantime, he has his sign up on the table.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

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[witchfinder_general]

And here is the priest, coming in from the outside, with sawdust on his black trousers.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Father." Guppy waves him over from the door.

[witchfinder_general]

Father Harman approaches, with a friendly nod. He's got a piece of paper in his hands.

"Doctor Sandhu," he says. "Good afternoon."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Good afternoon, can you spare a minute please?" Guppy asks, gesturing to the chair in front of him.

[witchfinder_general]

"Of course I can," Father Harman says, sitting down. "I take it you're very concerned about Javert?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Indeed." Guppy says. "I need to ask you some questions, if I may. To be clear, I'm not looking for anyone to blame - Javert is his own man - but I would like to try and establish what has happened and whether we can prevent any further problems."

He gets his report out. "Did you notice any signs of distress from Javert before he left? Within what you're allowed to tell me, of course."

[witchfinder_general]

"I hadn't talked to him for over a week before he left," Father Harman says. "I don't know first-hand if his latent distress had got worse."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Did he speak about going back to his world?" Guppy asks.

[witchfinder_general]

"No," Father Harman says. "All he was talking about was getting back onto good terms with God, and then going back to his world."

[runningred]

A waitrat comes hurrying down to see Guppy, looking concerned. A patron has been found passed out on the floor of his room and in need of medical aid.

[guppy_sandhu]

It isn't clear exactly what the problem is from the waitrat, only that it's urgent. Guppy grabs a kit bag and follows.

When he gets to the door, he knocks, before trying to see if it's open.

"Hello?"

[runningred]

There's no answer but the door is unlocked. The waitrat pushes past impatiently as two other hover around the prone man. Jay looks like he was just coming in when he fell, sandwiches and a still warm thermos of tea are scattered on the floor. He's breathing at least and has a pulse, however soft.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Shit"

Guppy crouches next to Jay, feeling for a pulse.

"Jay? Can you hear me?"

He looks at the waitrats.

"If he's taken anything - alcohol, drugs, anything - find it and show me."

[runningred]

Jay makes a small sound in reaction to Guppy's call, something close to a moan than actual words. He's awfully pale but there's no blood to be seen.

The rats find a couple of bottles of scotch and a mostly empty bottle of gin but both are neatly packed at the back of a shelf. There's also a first aid box with an interesting collection of pain-suppressants and stimulants and combat meds but it's neatly catalogued and nothing seems to be missing.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Jay, can you open your eyes for me?" Guppy asks. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to carry you."

And knowing his luck, will end up with a hernia.

He looks at the bottles, makes a note of possible alcohol poisoning. Then he carefully brushes Jay's hair aside, looking for marks on his neck - he's involved with that blonde vampire, isn't he? he finds nothing there, but in checking his pulse at the wrist, finds something that looks more like scarring.

[runningred]

Jay mutteres something incomprehensible and pushes his eyes open a slit, not able to focus.

Jay generally has a lot of scars, most of them older and fading but there are overlapping fang marks on his right wrist that are more recent.

His pulse is there but wrong.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Guys, if you can carry the bag please." Guppy instructs the waitrats.

He braces himself, and attempts to pick Jay up.

"Next year you can go in the cells to sober up after your bender." he says, trying to get him safely in his arms to carry downstairs.

[runningred]

{ooc: time skip for Jay waking up? Is that okay?}

Jay comes to slowly, blinking and hazy. "Guppy?"

[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: Sure, unless you want an infirmary visiting post]

Guppy has just dozed off in the armchair next to him in the infirmary, and awakes with a start.

"Hey Jay. Welcome back to the land of the conscious."

He sits up and yawns.

[runningred]

{ooc: I hope to do that too but I think he needs to talk to Guppy first .}

"Wasn't aware I left it. What happened?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"One of the rats came to get me, you were in a coma in your room." Guppy says. "You are dangerously anaemic, I almost had to give you a blood transfusion."

[runningred]

"Oh fuck." Jay mutters, going to rub his face before he realises he's on a drip. "Sorry, mate. I didn't realise I'd got down that hard. Just thought I'd run myself down a bit."

[guppy_sandhu]

"You don't have to apologise to me." Guppy says, then asks kindly. "What's going on, eh?"

He goes to the tea machine and brings Jay a cup of tea.

[runningred]

"I'm sure I do." Jay mutters ruefully. "I'm sure getting my dumb ass down here wasn't easy."

He accepts the cup of tea and sips it with appreciative nod. "Just being careless, is all. Might have worked a bit hard, skipped a few too many meals, or nights' sleep for that matter. Careless shit."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Gavroche helped. Just as well, or I'd have done my back in. He also had a running theory on what is making you so anaemic."

He hands Jay a leaflet with his tea.