Private text to Ben MasonWould you mind coming in for a small biopsy today? I think I've finally got things set up to where I can actually get a proper look at what's going on with you. Would you mind if I had a colleague assist?
Private text to Sherlock HolmesWant to see something neat?
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[ John smiles at Ben and takes Ben's arm, dabbing near the elbow with the cotton, cleaning the area of any bacteria before picking up the syringe and pushing the needle into his vein, drawing out a small sample of his blood, which he then deposits almost immediately into the last empty vial on his rack. He makes certain to bandage the small wound he made and give Ben an apologetic smile. ]
Would you like my mobile number? Just in case there are any sudden changes or anything?
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Sure. I'm not worried about turning into a monster overnight, I mean. It's been months now and there are no skitters here, so all in all it's a pretty stress-free environment?
I still want my gun back, though.
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[ He removes his gloves and deposits them in the bin. ]
They won't let you have one here?
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Have you got any questions for me before I release you into the wild?
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Did it seem to be helping? Did he recommend anything in particular?
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I don't see anything wrong with Thai food, I suppose, but I can't seem to think of any specific benefits. And what's happening to your skin.. it's not acne, that's for sure. If it wasn't helping before, let's try a period without either one, see what happens. Are you all right with that?
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[ He takes a step over to Ben and extends his hand, a kind smile on his lips. ]
I thank you for this opportunity.
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Hey, no problem. Thanks for your help.
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