As much as she might have liked the vindication of finding something wrong with his pulse, enough to keep him here for just a little longer -entirely out of annoyance than any desire to spend a second more in his company. For a gentleman who appeared to be of good breeding and education he seemed to lack all of the silver tongued abilities, stereotypically ascribed to the French. However- he was fine.

'Alright Mister Maxime' Merida said, with a broad grin, that under other circumstances would have actually been plesant but in this case was designed to annoy him. With a flourish she pulled his discharge paper and a perscription from the pad and handed it to him. 'The site of the bite is likely to be itchy tomorrow and the day after, that will help.' she indicated the perscription. 'And if you feel dizzy, nauseous, or your vision begins to blur you must come straight back'. She added her tone stern. She didn't really expect any of this to happen, but it was better to stress it. She didn't think she could tolerate it, if she missed something and Murdocks 2IC wound up dead from something as mundane as a doxy bite.

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