Wednesday 23 December 2009
Saturday 19th December, 1900
The most miraculous thing has happened - and indeed, sometimes Medicine can be much like Miracles. When checking on His Lordship this morning, I found that his health is much improved – the Apothecary’s drugs must be more powerful than I had expected! He was found to be smiling, speaking clearly and with little trace of the laudanum daze of last night. His heart was strong and I am given great hope for the future. I must find and replicate this new drug, if possible, in my own laboratory…
Friday 18th December 1900
Today I had to open the Lung. Lord Frobisher-Pilbeam was failing and I was required to deliver a shot directly to the heart. I believe that, as invasive as such treatment is, I can extend his lordship’s life for at least another month with these new drugs and inter-vascular injections, giving me a little more time to perfect the machinery that keeps him alive.
I am given hope by the medicines that the Apothecary has delivered – while they are undoubtedly frowned upon by The Society for Scientific Advancement, I know that they are producing near-miraculous results.
His Lordship, however, was wracked with pain throughout the entire process; forcing me to administer even more laudanum than normally advisable. In line with his Lordship’s orders, I am required to record his words without judgement, however I must remind myself that the ramblings of the Laudanum soaked mind are rarely lucid:
“My darling, my darling, my, where are you, my darling? When we first met I was tall and strong and my darling- (Here, his lordship became indistinct.) The strange lights are here again like visitors from the Empire or lights within the house it is cold. The strange man is here again, again, again and demands we made were made- (Indistinct again, but then, clearly and loudly:) Salvation Is Coming. (Here, I think His Lordship is speaking of the seditious posters that have been plastered around the servant’s quarters, though how he has seen them, I cannot know.) Salvation is coming, coming, coming. The Alchemist is here. (Here a long pause, then-) Yes. (Pause.) Yes, I am sure….I accept.”
At this point, His Lordship trailed off and finally slept.
I am given hope by the medicines that the Apothecary has delivered – while they are undoubtedly frowned upon by The Society for Scientific Advancement, I know that they are producing near-miraculous results.
His Lordship, however, was wracked with pain throughout the entire process; forcing me to administer even more laudanum than normally advisable. In line with his Lordship’s orders, I am required to record his words without judgement, however I must remind myself that the ramblings of the Laudanum soaked mind are rarely lucid:
“My darling, my darling, my, where are you, my darling? When we first met I was tall and strong and my darling- (Here, his lordship became indistinct.) The strange lights are here again like visitors from the Empire or lights within the house it is cold. The strange man is here again, again, again and demands we made were made- (Indistinct again, but then, clearly and loudly:) Salvation Is Coming. (Here, I think His Lordship is speaking of the seditious posters that have been plastered around the servant’s quarters, though how he has seen them, I cannot know.) Salvation is coming, coming, coming. The Alchemist is here. (Here a long pause, then-) Yes. (Pause.) Yes, I am sure….I accept.”
At this point, His Lordship trailed off and finally slept.
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