Patient: Human, female, adult
Symptom: Ache in her throat, old injury - 4-5 years
Treatment: Experimental toxin
Meeting:
Miss Sol has come to me, asking for a possible treatment for the ache in her throat. While I think it's impossible that it can ever be cured I've suggested an experimental treatment, using poison from a rare fish. There are risks involved and she's been warned of them.
The poison is known to numb the area and cause nausea. Records from father's research show there's a chance of paralysis, loss of consciousness and respiratory failure that leads to death.
I've thinned the poison and tried to balance it. I'll not risk more than one drop and document the results. She has agreed to the experiment in exchange that I lower the price per drop. Hopefully, this will not cost the woman her life.
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It seems that my work on the new kitchen might be acceptable to misses Dumpling, she'll have space enough to do her work. My plans to visit the market, to see some trade deals, were delayed.
I was surprised to find that Jackilyn has returned earlier than expected. Soaked to the bone from the rain, I offered her to stay and dry off while I finished with my patient. Miss Sol was warned about the experimental treatment, she'll get her things in order and return the next evening.
I talked with Jackilyn and managed to give my apologies for the misunderstanding. She accepted and explained her actions further.
I decided to follow miss Silver's suggestion and asked the woman to join me for a walk. My neighbors have told me of a peaceful place up the road. I've been meaning to visit it but not had the time, till now. I don't regret visiting this place.
We talked. I noticed that my mind wasn't raging, it was quiet and peaceful. There is something about her company that silences my thoughts, it's pleasant.
Her simple touch has drawn me closer than I had expected. I'm at a loss. This sense of affection is foreign and it has made me question whether this is a want, or a need. Is it possible that those starved in the past for such attention grow a need for it? Does it make all this a false emotion and a simple need for physical connection? Have I created a false illusion of emotion for myself or is there truth to what I have felt this day in her company? Even now, as she rests beside me, I feel a certain ease.
She'd made a bedding on the floor of my study, bound my wrist to hers so that I'll not be tempted to reach for my books instead of finding some sleep. I feel strangely amused and annoyed at the same time.
Reason and emotion are in constant war. I'll keep notes of this development, make certain I am vigilant during my time with her and observant of myself. I'll add what I can to father's research.
I missed mister Rue's visit, but according to mister Bíld, there seems to have been some development. The threat of harm has been made by the delusional man and I have fear that it may cost me my life, if I can't find anything.
According to father's experiment, the Balrog's Breath might help but my samples are limited. I'll go that route if I'm unable to find anything else. There must be some way to put this broken mind back together. There must be something, somewhere.
