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[doctor_seward]

This is the Diary of Dr. John Seward, taken by Phonograph.

Should I be unavailable to attend to your needs please leave what message you will via recording and I shall respond promptly.


Should recording by phonograph fail to please, or in the case of urgency, hold over telegram immediately.

Comments

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

I am..flattered you might think so, Mister Amamiya.

[Very, indeed.]

If you want to see me you're welcome to come to my home, at any time.

Home visits may not be customary from the time you lived, but for me it was quite common.

[lucycoded.livejournal.com]

That's generous of you. Even if it's not customary in my time, for it to be so in yours shows devotion. Sometime, I would like to meet over lunch or tea.

But I want to ask you something. At present, I'm helpless in a way I don't like at all, and want to see if there could be a way for you to help me.

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

I'd be delighted. Given the renovations for the manor have recently been completed company would brighten the atmosphere considerably, I think.

[He'll be sure to extend him an invitation when the time comes.]

Yes, of course. Please do.

[lucycoded.livejournal.com]

I'll look forward to it then.

[A deep breath. Onto business.]

You know the recent happenings with Yaha, and where he is now.

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I am aware. It is most unfortunate, as I was not aware of his doings with this...Roman Sionis, I believe?

Did you know of him?

[lucycoded.livejournal.com]

Neither was I.

[A long pause.]

Yaha is a good friend of mine. I've been living with him since my release from the hospital in December.

[ Audio ]

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

[ There's a long stretch of silence; just phonograph crackle. And then, quietly: ]

Jack?

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

[He jolted upright, having been pouring over papers on his desk.]

Speaking. I'm afraid if you wish to make an appointment you'll have to—[Pause.]

Grell?

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[ Grell's voice is flat, devoid of its usual, rolling rise and fall ]

I've been... I mean. How are you?

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

[Of course. His first line of thought would be directed at himself, that was to be expected.]

Well. And..yourself?

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[ A pause ]

I'm...

Have you really been well? You were ill, I'd heard. Bitten.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

[Ah, that incident. He'd rather not go into it. Too traumatic.]

We talked. Briefly, that night. I can't readily remember...But yes. I was attacked.

[A somewhat awkward pause.]

I've sought resignation from Skye Medical.

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

I... really? You have?

You weren't there long.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

Ah..A conflict of interest, you might say. I'm not meant for a more general medical setting.

The philosophies of the medical community here alarm me, as well. I've decided to transfer to St. Theresa's until I've saved enough for a...more private practice.

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[ He doesn't pursue it; he doesn't understand ]

Look, I...

I wanted to talk to you about something. Something we haven't discussed in a while.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes. Use him for your more selfish ends if you must.]

Ah, yes. What might that be?

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

It was a conversation we had. It was some time ago. Last year. Early December. The night William--

Anyway.

You said some... things to me then. I've been trying to remember what they were. But I can't, somehow.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

[Listening quietly.]

...Do go on.

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

Well, that's just it. I can't remember what we talked about, not precisely.

I only remember - I felt better. Afterwards.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

Oh...[Soft laugh.]

Well, then. What would you like to talk about?

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

It was something you said about... me. That I was... That I didn't have to feel like...

I-I don't know why I'm even...

[ A pause. And then Grell's voice turns bright. And false. ]

I suppose it doesn't matter, if neither one of us can remember.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

I remember perfectly well.

[These stammerings...Was the other nervous, or merely avoidant of the circumstance?]

Does this concern Mister Spears?

I suppose I was waiting for you to tell me, but if you'd rather I lead the conversation, I will oblige.

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

You do?

[ Another long pause ]

Er, yes. In a way.

Audio;

[psyd-seward.livejournal.com]

Despite the influences of...questionably behaved mistletoe, yes. Yes, I do.

[Not likely to forget, either.]

Speak plainly then. I should think we've said enough to one another for you to know that everything you disclose to me is kept in strict confidence.

Audio;

[deathknellgrell.livejournal.com]

Ahh~!

If you remember, then - you said something to me. About him. What was it?