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[thereneverwas]

[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

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[portalling]

( There’s a flicker of relief at the honesty, and the answering scratch of quill on paper. The doctor’s taking notes, in some kind of horrible chickenscratch hieroglyph, but they are notes. )

Excellent, thank you. This’ll go into your care file, but rest assured it’s under lock and key and only for healers to look at. It’s all part and parcel of getting the infirmary records up-to-date—

( Actually maybe this is a good time to get the rest of it, too. )

While we’re at it. Do you have any deathly allergies one should be aware of? Shellfish or tree nuts or anything?

[thereneverwas]

Sure, sure. [The sound of someone who isn't especially bothered: he's already literally died once, what's the worst that can happen?]

Ah..... no.

[Is 'allergies' a thing? It must be.]

If you've got anything that'll help with the rheumatism, though, that'd be. Something.

[portalling]

( That’s unexpectedly familiar, but— all his first thoughts are of medication, surgery, all the things he can’t do here. So Strange has to go puttering around for a moment, digging through some reference material on local anti-inflammatories, dredging for ideas. )

Hmm. Nothing that can cure it fully, unfortunately, but there’s a few things that can help, if you haven’t been doing them already. Turmeric and fish oil, for the inflammation. Painkillers in general. Physical therapy and exercises for joint flexibility.

Quitting smoking, if you smoke.

[thereneverwas]

Smoking? Fuck, really?

[One gets the impression he said this instead of “NOOO”.]

[portalling]

( rifter agenda ACTIVATES )

Sorry to say. It’s astonishingly bad for you; like makes literally everything worse, in unexpected ways, everywhere. Quitting’s probably one of the single best things you could do for your health.

[thereneverwas]

Now you’re just trying to hurt me.

[(-NOOOOO)]

[portalling]

I’m afraid not.

But if it makes you feel any better, plenty of doctors are hypocrites and smoke anyway, so, I can’t force you. And to tell the truth, I’m more preoccupied with the part about managing the lyrium.

[thereneverwas]

Well, [SIGH,] all right.

[He's getting over it quickly.]

Appreciate it, mate.

[portalling]

You’re welcome, ( … what goes here ) bud?

( ‘Bud’ feels weird. Why did he say that. )

[thereneverwas]

[There's a pause on the line, like Barrow is trying to figure out how to respond to that, and he ultimately gives up. Let's just. Let's just leave that there.

No wonder the man's name is Strange.]