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[gavehislife]

I had nearly forgotten how annoying a broken leg can be. But add a broke arm and I'm about as useless as a lame horse. I can barely handle days like this. How am I going to last weeks? 

Please tell me someone has found an alcohol supply.

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[thecricketer]

[The Doctor offers a grimly sympathetic smile before gesturing to his slung arm.]

I can sympathise. I do hope you've been seen to? [He can even say that without hypocrisy now!]

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[gavehislife]

Unfortunately. Now they won't let me out of this bloody place.

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[thecricketer]

[His eyebrows arch.] What precisely would you do if you got out?

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[springs_eternal]

Pardon me, but may I be of service?~

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[gavehislife]

I appreciate the offer but unless you have alcohol other than the kind used to clean wounds, you've done more than enough for me already.

[springs_eternal]

Mmmn, I see. That's too bad.

[A slight pause; it's unseen, but a sly, silly little grin curls across his face.]

Because I could've just healed your leg. But if you're not in need, I can simply find something else to do. Rest well, Brother!~

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[standsentinel]

[The 'datapad' that his communicator is masquerading as has been proped up so that Kaidan can talk while he works, underground and in the middle of spot-welding something technological and salvaged with his omni-tool.]

All I can do for broken limbs is set 'em, really. As for alcohol, I'm not so much finding a supply as just about done with setting up a still.

[Much as the hydroponics project has the bulk of his attention, he keeps getting shooed away to do things like 'rest' and 'eat'. A brain refusing to cooperate and shut up to let him get that rest apparently means... booze, production thereof.]

[femshep]

I've got some. [When does she ever not?]

Bad news is, I can't come get you. [And the sound of a doorknob turning back and forth, with the distinct 'nope, locked!' rattle too it.]

[gavehislife]

Unfortunately, neither can I just yet. They have me locked up in this hospital 'for my own good' or some other bollocks.

[femshep]

Makes two of us.

Doesn't mean I don't have whiskey.