Drabble: 'For Medicinal Purposes' (Jamie Turner, Jack, Gibbs)

[dwgm]

A drabble and three quarters, written for last week's potc100 drabble challenge...



~ For Medicinal Purposes ~

"This'll hurt like fire," Jack warned Jamie.

Jamie nodded, setting his teeth and his querulous insides.

At mother's insistence, they'd dosed him with laudanum before they'd cleaned and stitched the long gash on his arm two days back, and though it'd cut the pain right enough, it'd given him a headache and the horridest dreams, too. "No worries," Jack had told him later. "Next time we'll give you rum, whatever she says."

Now, with the wound showing signs of going septic, they were giving him rum, all right.

Hard hands latched onto him, and he jerked against them as Mr. Gibbs did his worst, but Jamie didn't cry, or even make much sound at all, though his eyes watered and he felt gaspy and trembling after.

Then Jack was there, praising him extravagantly. "Good man! You're a right one, James Turner."

Jamie flushed with pleasure, but put on a fierce glare. "Thought you meant I could drink the rum next time!" And then he had to grin as Jack and Mr. Gibbs roared with laughter.



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Comments

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

I was very fortunate that mine weren't accident prone, and I truly feel for you -- you must have needed a stiff drink after that!

I think a tolerance for pain was pretty much a survival skill back then. Jamie's getting some practice here, all right, though they'd definitely give him some rum to get through worse trials -- stitches, or the setting of a bone, or whatever.

*shudders*

I'm so glad you liked it, and enough to save! Thank you for letting me know!