19centconstable | Case #22: Video

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Case #22: Video

[Someone looks nauseous. (It's George.) He's walking somewhat unsteadily through a hallway.]

Mr. Spinola? If you could just...let me know that you remain unharmed... I'm not sure what it is I might have done to deserve my removal as your warden, but I am...I am sorry.

I...need to locate Mr. Slater.

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I think I may be sick.

[And George is gentlemanly enough to turn the camera away.]

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Why? [Yeah, he's feeling off, but he's not moving anywhere.

Because I seem to be your warden now. You aren't locked in your room again, are you?

You're sick. Go back to bed.

Does that mean you are locked in your room?

Sick people shouldn't be wandering about the corridors is what it means.

I'm not wandering; I'm outside of your door. We are practically neighbors.

Bed =/= outside my door.

Did you throw up outside my door?

No.

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Not yet. Could I come in and sit down?

[Few moments later, and a worn looking Slater opens the door, still where is shirt and trousers, but his tie is off and he's wearing a dressing gown. He steps back to let him in.] In.

Thank you.

[George slinks into the room. His colour improves almost immediately.]

It seems to be passing somewhat.

[Slater just nods and slumps into his chair of his own. After a moment or two...] Tea?

I believe I could manage one.

[George is looking more himself by the minute.]

Are you quite alright?

[Slater pulls himself back out the chair.] Better than I was a second ago. [So queasiness on top of everything else is gone. He boils his plastic kettle.]

Yeah, I'm fine. From what I hear and have read, the Admiral always announces new pairings, so I don't know what this is. I'm also having a little problem with getting away from Caesares. I think there might be a flood going on at the same time. I'm sorry this happened, George. I didn't request it and I sure as hell don't want to be repaired. I'll figure out what this is, leave a note to the Admiral if I have to, and we'll be back together before you know it.

I'm so pleased to hear that. But what do you mean you're having difficulty getting away from Dr. Caesares?

I mean I can't get away from him. If I try, I just can't get more than a few feet. I have no idea what it is.

That's certainly not something he'd have done. Could someone have cursed us? Is anyone a gypsy?

I'm hoping it's a flood. I doubt someone would have cursed me next to the doctor I can't stand.

That's exactly the sort of curse someone might cast.

You don't like Dr. Caesares?

Who and why?

No. The asshole tried to take advantage of me when I was in recovery to reveal information about my addiction and to share it with others. I told him to fuck off, in so many words. I don't think he knows much, thankfully, but he knows about my addiction and I don't know who he's told.

Can you bring me some of my stash? I don't want to let the guy into my room.

Well. A gypsy.

He did what? Why didn't you tell me? That's entirely inappropriate and I'm terribly disappointed in him!

I don't know of any gypsies on board, George.

I just barely got out of the infirmary and I didn't think about it. It wasn't exactly a priority for me. Now you know. You can chastise him whenever you want, but remember that I have to be next to him until we figure this thing out.

Is that a yes about my medicine or not?

They might be a secret gypsy. Or their parents may have been.

Oh, yes, of course. And I'll do that. What did he say exactly?

Sure. Or it might be a flood.

Jesus, I don't know. I didn't exactly write down everything he said in my drugged stupor. He said he wanted to put the information in my file and that others needed to know. When I told him no, he said he disagreed with me and was going to do what he felt was right.

That is beginning to seem more likely.

Eddie...is it possible he was simply concerned about medications not mixing well? Because I do feel some concern about that as well.

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