Hey, you! The jailer speaks to Jack through the bars of his cell. Wake up man, the doctor is here to check your head again. The lock on the cell door releases its function with a clanking tumble and the door hinges groan for oil as they swing the door open. Jack sits up and watches as Dr. Watson comes over and sits next to him.
Thank you constable; I'll call you when I am finished. Turning to his patient, he peers closely at this unusual young man with two colored eyes. How are you feeling today? Jack winces a bit as the doctor probes the healing wounds on his face and head. Better sir, thank you. I still feel a bit foggy, but my headache is lessening. Good, good...now I want you to follow my finger, with your eyes only. Do you feel dizzy or lite headed? No sir. Mmm, seems you're improving rather quickly. The doctor continues to feel around Jack's face and neck area. The swelling has gone down and you are no longer feverish...good, good. I want you to continue with the medicine, they are giving it to you? Yes sir, twice a day. Alright, I'll leave instructions about the medication, several more days of that, and I'll be back to check on your head wound day after tomorrow. One more thing, please walk across the room and then come back. Jack gets up from the low cot and does as instructed. Mmm, OK, now with your eyes shut. Slowly now. Stop, turn around and walk towards my voice...yes, very good. Stop. Open your eyes. How do you feel now? Jack felt a bit disorientated from walking with his eyes closed, but his legs felt sturdy under him. He explains this to Dr. Watson, who smiles an approval of progress. Good lad. Time for you to rest some more. Jack lays down on the cot as Dr. Watson gets up to leave.
Thank you sir, you've been very kind to me. I might not have made it, without your expert ministration. Well, you keep doing what I tell you and you'll be right as rain. Jack gives his biggest grin and the Doctor gives a quick wink as he dawns his top hat. Bag in hand, Dr. Watson calls for the jailer. All done doc? Yes, this young man will be fit as a fiddle very soon. Don't know as to why you both'ern doc...'ell hang in the end.
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