(2016-04-12) Delivering the Goods
Delivering the Goods
Summary: Piper delivers the peyote to Elijah
Date: 4.12.2016
Related: Making Medicine

First Aid/Medical

This three bedroom apartment is nothing exciting. The inside is a decade or two more modern than the outside at least, but drab. Beige floors, off white walls leaves the place looking a bit instititutinal. At least the previous occupant tried to liven it up a a bit with modern furnishings.

The kitchen is divided from the living room by a breakfast bar and a window lets in light from outside. Three furnished bedrooms and bathroom lead off the living room.

Two bedrooms are used for patients, the third for the doctor on duty. The two patient rooms are furnished sparsely with three twin beds each and several candle heaters to keep the rooms warm in the cold of fall and winter as well as to provide needed light. A small nightstand sits next to each bed with an additional lantern for light.

It's rainy outside again, but at least it is dry in the infirmary this afternoon. Piper isn't sure if Doctor Reid is in residence or if it is Doctor Reyes, but either way she comes in bearing gifts…well not gift, gifts, but a milk crate in which there are about half dozen pint jars of a green cloudy liquid.

The doctor is in! Currently pouring over various notes, but still present nonetheless. With Piper's arrival he glances up from his spot in the comfy chair. "Piper, hello! Here let me help you…" he stands up and quickly lays his notebooks aside, moving to take the crate from the woman if she wanted. "What's all this?" he asks curiously, glancing in at the jars.

It's not a good day for the woman. When he comes close to take the crate from her Piper flinches, backpedaling a bit, holding the crate at arms length, she would probably stretch her arms farther if she could. "Mes-ca-line." or peyote in Native American terms. One of the holy grails of medicinal herbs. The doctor is knowledgeable enough in that area to know that is useful for everything from pain killing, even in childhood birth, to anxiety and depression and quite a few other ailments as well. If her reaction to his presence is any indication she hasn't sampled what she has made.

As the woman flinches, Elijah tenses, taking a step back to match her own. His brow furrows…remembering their recent interaction and discussion. Looks like he had undone some of the progress he had actually managed to make with the woman over so much time. He felt awful for it. As she extends the box he tries to take it without getting closer than necessary to the woman, resulting in perhaps a comical display of stretching every bit of arm length he had to take the crate. The doctor then steps over to a table further from Piper to give her space, but looks back as she mentions what's in the jars. "Really? That's fantastic!" His excitement was genuine, crate being set down on the table as he looks over the jars. "Thank you, Piper. This truly is wonderful to have" he looks back to her then, offering his best attempt at a reassuring smile

Piper might find it funny if she wasn't so twitchy today. But it she wasn't so twitchy there wouldn't be need of the comical behaviour. "Yes." at least she can speak, a hand goes to her braid where she tugs at it, a nervous habit. "Gave…" well sorta speak, it's a struggle today "dose, Monica." she was injured and Piper was around, so that happened.

Elijah nods as he sorts through the jars, moving to put them up in the kitchen/storage area. Speaking from the area as he puts them away, "How is she doing? I can stop by and check on her later if you think it's needed?" He knew plenty of people here who were too stubborn to come see him themselves. So figured he'd ask to make sure.

Piper does follow him, but keeps her distance, though he doesn't have to raise his voice to be heard at least "Dunno." she answers with a shrug "Bruising." she indicates her chest and face. "No.." she makes a breaking motion with her hands to indicate there weren't any broken bones. If there were Eli would know about it already. Either Monica or Piper would have made sure of it. "Gross. Works." she points to a jar to indicate the liquid. Hopefully the doctor knows the proper dosage for pain without causing the hallucinogenic side effects.

"Alright…sounds like she should be fine then." Hopefully she'd stop in if she did need further treatment though. At Piper's description of the medicine Elijah smirks and gives her a nod "Yes. It isn't the most enjoyable remedy…but it is effective. I'll start letting people know we have it. With the many utilizations it offers I know it will be of great use. Thank you."

Piper gives him a look. Not /the/ look, but more of a are you crazy look. " Bad idea." she tells him. "Too…" she struggles for the words to explain. "Get hurt." Yeah, that didn't work.

Elijah looks back to Piper, lofting a brow, "Bad idea to tell people?" He thinks on that a moment, brow furrowing as he looks to the floor. "I suppose it could run the risk of more people wanting it as treatment…but if there are those who could benefit from it I want them to have access to it as well…whether for physical or mental and emotional implementations." The doctor looks back up to the woman "What do you suggest?"

"Or fun." its a popular recreational drug too and while Piper doesn't have a problem with that sort of thing, the supply is limited and shouldn't be wasted like that. "Dose it?" she doesn't know. It's not something that can be easily policed, not now…not that policing drugs was all that effective before hand either. She has a thoughtful moment "Guess…" she gives a shrug. He's the doctor it's his call and she is little help at the moment. She shakes her head "Matter…" it doesn't matter maybe?

"Dosing it is probably going to be the best approach…yes." Elijah thinks a moment, noting Piper's last statement. "We'll see. Either way, as I said, the medicine will be great to have here. I appreciate it and I know the patients it helps will also."

There is a nod, she suggested it, so why wouldn't she be agreeing to it. Piper looks thoughtful as she watches him put the jars away. "Let me…" struggle for words, extra focus to get words out "gone." if anyone could use a dose of the stuff its her.

Elijah lofts a brow at the woman, "Let you?…" He thinks a moment. Gone? What did that mean? Looking back to the cupboards he pulls out a jar, offering it out to her. "This?" he tries to decipher what she means.

Piper cants her head at him, she knows she wasn't clear but he is usually good at interpreting "Yes. Make. More." when its gone. "Growing. Cac-ti." may as well right. If you need it in quantity grow it yourself.

The doctor nods with realization "Ah. Right." Putting the jar back he looks to her, listening to what she says. "I'll stay on top of it" he offers with a smile. Elijah then rubs the back of his neck, leaning his head from side to side in an attempts to stretch his muscles a moment. "How are the kids doing?" Trying to switch the topic to something conversational, but also always making sure the kids were well and not in need of anything from him.

There is a nod, she trusts that he will do just that. Piper is about to turn and leave when the question is asked "Good. Quinn…teeth-ing." wow they grow up fast. "Left him…Quinton." she says and gestures out.

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