"Oh, hello Doctor. Yes, you can just go right on in then. It's very nice to meet you by the way, I'm Miriam Kaufmann, I'm a good friend of one of your patients, Arabella Mudd. She speaks very highly of you, sir,"
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss Kaufman." With a smile, Jonah touched the brim of his hat. "Ah, Miss Mudd, a sweet young lady..." Prone to hysteronics and dramatics...
"It looks like there's going to be a good turnout here. I just hope it stays civil." He flashed another smile. "I'd prefer not to have to work."
Boxing was barbaric at best, and frankly, Jonah didn't see the appeal in watching to men beating the stuffing out of each other, at least in a controlled setting like this. Now, a good, spontaneous street brawl, that was something else, no rules, no confines and no formal end, and there were still bets!
But there was always a chance that a doctor might be needed...even of the injuries were essentially self-inflicted, but a few good blows could send a man crying for help. So, as town doctor, Jonah was here, just in case someone needed his services, that would likely have a premium attached to them...after all, they were choosing to be beaten on!
At the door, he scooted toward the young girl with the dark hair, hoping to get in without Miss Wigfall noticing. "Miss." He flashed a smile. "I'm here in an official capacity as doctor."
"There is always hope for each of God's creatures," Jonah tried to reassure Jolly, but then he chuckled and shook his head, glancing at Orr's sloughing carcass. "Well, maybe not every one."
Then Miss Wigfall was summoned from the depth of the other room, and Jonah gave her a slight smile and a nod of the head. "Good day, Miss Wigfall. Thank you for your assistance today. That was more than any lady should have to see."
Where was his jacket? And he needed a bath, a change of clothes and something to eat. Maybe he'd go to the Lickskillet tonight so he didn't have to worry about what to prepare...and apple pie sounded good!
"Oh, well...she's a charming young lady," in her own peculiar sort of way, "but I'm afraid I can't alter her appearance. I only treat maladies and traumatic injuries." Jonah offered a smile, wondering if there would ever be sufficient technology to correct God's handiwork! "Her skin is smooth and clear," he offered a bit of encouragement, "but I may be able to recommend herbals to enhance her hair and put that extra sparkle into her eyes that make a man take notice." As if she wasn't noticed wherever she went!
"But for now, I'll leave you to your work, I hope you can do the man justice for his family's sake." The worst part of death was the survivors, because, well, death.
"I have no doubt, Leah, that anything you put your mind to will come to fruition, and be amazing!" He patted her hand, then stood and pulled out her chair for her. "I do fear, though, that one day you will discover that your talent is wasted here, and move on to places where you'll be properly appreciated."
Smiling, he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, but quickly checked that action as too forward, and kissed the back of her hand instead.
Taking the glass of whisky -- he really needed it -- Jonah joined in the toast, silently agreeing that at times, God tended to give people their due, and he had to wonder what that meant for him. Of course, there were plenty of evil people who lived long, hale lives, and far too many good, innocent people who died far too young.
"I'm sorry to hear about your wife, Mr. Jolly," he commented, although he did have to ponder just what the man's perception of 'beauty' was.
"I think that's the reason I've staunchly avoided a relationship...I see so much illness and death, I don't know if I could survive losing a loved one."
That, and he could always walk away from a place any time he liked, but he'd be obligated to drag a family with him.
"So," he changed the focus of the conversation, "you can make Mr. Orr presentable?" Maybe reconstruct the semblance of a face, but the features of a specific face? That would be interesting to see!
"I'm just happy that the man seems to have been able to stay sober," Jonah commented. "He seems a good sort, just has had a hard time in life, and it's so easy to turn to drink." He'd not been far from falling into that trap more than once, but he had no desire to live in the street, even if he was in a stupor.
"Don't worry, Miss Steelgrave, even with opponents, you have plenty of support in the matter, and once it's done, it will be well worth the effort." And maybe even leave a void, for trying to accomplish a project such as this, with all its complications, could be as addicting as the strongest alcohol.
"Oh, you're related?" Jonah feigned interest, although the surprise was genuine and the dismay hidden. "Seems the Wigfall clan has many a tendril in these parts."
Then he was offered whisky and regaled with the charms of Miss Jemima...and he had to allow that he needed the whisky to swallow the assertions, which he conveniently did not acknowledge.
"You'll have your work, dealing with Mr. Orr," he commented, "but at least you won't need to worry about the viewing." For there was nothing to even patch together to view, save for just covering everything in pretty cloth.
"Mr. Jolly." Standing, Jonah nodded to the man, glad that Speed had declared the matter settled on McVay's word, so that he was done with the incident. And with the fire effectively extinguished, he could go home and clean up, then head to the Lickskillet for some pie.
There was Jemima Wigfall, gazing at him with those milky eyes, and he weighed his options.
"Mr. Jolly, let me help you with that. We can wrap him in the blanket then get him to your office." Where he could sneak out the back!
"Oh, um, thank you." Jonah looked up at Jemima as she offered the blanket, giving her a smile, coincidentally as her fingers brushed across his skin, something he barely noticed and certainly didn't note, as he took the blanket and covered the corpse.
Sitting back on his heels, he looked up at her and shook his head. "I don't think it's necessary to come back in. I'm glad you are doing well, just keep it clean and don't pick at it."
He'd b more than happy when the undertaker showed up. In the mean time...
"Marshal," he addressed Speed, "will you need me to do a more thorough examination?"
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