slightlyoffchilt: (Inchoate.)
Dr. Frederick Chilton ([personal profile] slightlyoffchilt) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs 2016-09-19 06:16 am (UTC)

You will not die here, not on my office floor. Not while he is unconscious and tied up, not while I'm the last man standing.

[Because Chilton already knew how that scenario tended to turn out. He staggered over, checking the tightness of the tourniquet once more. The bleed out had slowed to a minimum, but Jorah had already spilled so much -- and clearly he wasn't regenerating at a superhuman speed. He might be too far gone, if his drained face and lips were stalwart indicators.]

But. In that unlikely event, well -- usually we come back.

[Usually. Chilton knew of three exceptions: Abel Gideon, Walter White, and Freddie Lounds. All people with close ties (for better or worse) to him.]

Resurrected. We come through the Porter again, sometimes we've spent time back home. We never remember this place, however. I've called Petyr, you know, Mr. Mormont. I -- I hope he brings an imPort with abilities.

[The implication being that Chilton thought Jorah was too far gone for mundane medical blood infusions. Too much had already been lost.]

I appreciate you coming in here, to be sure. Saving me in such a way.

[Even if it was entirely messy.]

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