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[OOM: Room 75. The Demon in the Bottle.]

Down the stairs from the guest rooms, Wellard catches himself with the bannister on the bottom from a stumble. A deep breath as he straightens with a gritted-teeth wince. He is pale- well, more so than usual. (Months at sea did not even darken his complexion.) Shaking, he sinks into a seat at a booth, head in his hands.

Ivan the wait rat comes by, and just sits silently there until Wellard makes a muffled request for tea. He is not about to try anything else at the moment.

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Wellard's hands clench suddenly on his cup of tea, and he looks up at Kennedy, panic and fear flashing through his dark eyes.

"I- I am not well, Mister Kennedy, sir." He bites his lip, pale.

"Not doing well at all, sir. And- ... and it soign to get worse, sir." Wellard closes his eyes.

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"How is it going to get worse, Mr Wellard?"

His voice is oh so patient.

"And what can we do to help?"

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He grits his teeth, hands shaking on the teacup.

"Bar- she gave me some. Not enough. She said she wouldn't. Not enough, but she wouldn't let me go totally without."

Wellard's pale skin is starting to look a bit green. Maybe the tea was not such a good idea.

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click There is a breif silence while Archie silently reels off every curse word he knows in every language.

"Laudanum isn't it? Clive was giving you laudanum wasn't he? The bloody drunken fool."

Archie's eyes go cold and hard, he's not got a very high opinion of the ship's doctor. Obviously.

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Wellard closes his eyes, and nods slowly.

""

There is a twist of shame within him. Even if some of this could be blamed on Clive-

It all comes back to him for what happened, does not it?

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Please excuse Archie while he rages silently at them for a while. Sawyer, Clive, Hobbes, Randall, he'll even throw Simpson, Don Masseredo and Keane in for good measure.

"It is a vile substance, Mr Wellard, and he did no more good by giving it to you than the did the beating that you recieved. We are well rid of those people, Mr Wellard."

Yeah, he's still pissed.

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"Better off here and dead, sir?" In other times it might be a snotty answer. Right now, hands shaking and complexion still green, Wellard honestly means it.

"If- If I had known anything about this, Mister Kennedy- I think I might have taken the pain as it was, without any help. Better that than this, sir."

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Archie looks at him sharply and then nods.

"For the beating you had, unjust as it was, you ought to have had the wounds dressed and been given some willowbark tea, which is vile itself, but it doesn't leave you ill when you stop taking it. Laudanum was wholly unnessecary. That he gave that to you displays an unacceptable laxness in his duties. Most unacceptable."

It feels good to finally be able to actually say such things.

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"I've had willowbark tea- it is not that..." Wellard looks distinctly green, and shoves back from the table, stumbling for the back door.

He has only had tea today, but that is not doing a good job staying down either. Wellard manages to make it out the back door before he looses the contents of his stomach.