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Steel wakes up. This is not where she went to sleep. She has a peek at the stream -
- And lets out a surprised yelp at the nonsensical cacophony.
"What in the blue hells is this place?" No answer is immediately apparent, so she climbs to the top of the ravine, carefully avoiding the various inexplicable things in the area. The snake-goat hybrid was particularly grotesque.
The top of the ravine has a road. She tries to fly, but can't. Again, very strange. This is a pretty nice road, physically, but magically it's completely undeveloped. She walks towards the city, peeking at the stream once in a while only to see fog, and seeking an explanation.
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sturdycoldsteel
When she gets back the surgeon is already lavaging dirt out of someone's bleeding leg gash. "Oh, there she is. Let's have the stuff, then?"
sturdycoldsteel
"Oh, dear. But I still want his verbal consent." She hurries inside.
She rattles off the risks and cautions to the patient, confirms that he hasn't been drinking or had breathing trouble, and says, "I'd like you to say out loud that you want to take this."
She rattles off the risks and cautions to the patient, confirms that he hasn't been drinking or had breathing trouble, and says, "I'd like you to say out loud that you want to take this."
"Give it over already," snaps the patient through gritted teeth while the surgeon preps stitching materials.
sturdycoldsteel
That wound is fairly nasty. The absolute maximum safe dose would be six - She gives him three pills. "It'll take a few minutes to kick in." And she takes up a position well out of the way to watch.
The surgeon ties down the leg so the patient won't twitch and applies pressure to the wound rather than start stitching before the drug they're trying has taken effect.
When the patient is clearly morphined up: stitching.
When the patient is clearly morphined up: stitching.
sturdycoldsteel
Once the stitching is done and the surgeon is cleaning up, she asks the patient, "How're you feeling?" (He should be feeling woozy and lightheaded, and not in pain)
sturdycoldsteel
"Yeah, that sounds about right. You'll want to stay here for a few hours unless someone can help you get home. But it doesn't hurt, right?"
sturdycoldsteel
"Great!"
And she asks the surgeon, "I don't want to sell this stuff unless someone actually needs it, it can really mess you up if you take too much or if you take it for a long time, but can you see a lot of people wanting it?"
And she asks the surgeon, "I don't want to sell this stuff unless someone actually needs it, it can really mess you up if you take too much or if you take it for a long time, but can you see a lot of people wanting it?"
sturdycoldsteel
"It's pretty expensive to make, unfortunately. I was thinking one and a half seo per pill."
"All the goddesses' tits, that's expensive, you gave him three - I can pass the cost along, suppose, it's still worth it to supply unless it goes bad quick."
sturdycoldsteel
"They'll keep for a year, maybe two. Tell you what, buy twenty pills at a time and I'll drop the price to twenty six seo - 1.3 each."
sturdycoldsteel
"Pretty linear, yeah. Two pills probably would have done well enough for him, one will do for scrapes. I'll draw up dosage tables and wearoff times. And you can stock some of my aspirin for after-pain if you like, that's much cheaper."
sturdycoldsteel
"Hold on, let me do some math." She does some math. "Seventy seo for fifty pills. I won't go below that, I'm getting pretty close to ingredients cost now."
sturdycoldsteel
"I've made twenty five so far, so twenty two are left. You want to pay half now and get them now, and pay half for the rest tomorrow, or just pay for the whole batch tomorrow?"
sturdycoldsteel
"Do you want some aspirin as well? I sell those at eight pills to one seo. I'll give you a hundred for 10 seo if you agree to sell them at the same price."