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In a professional capacity, not a violent one. We retrieve corpses from this hospital, sometimes.

It will depend on which staff is on duty.

Oh- I'd not assumed otherwise, I assure you that!

Still, I'd not considered the fact that we might encounter one who would be tasked with such discharge, [he ponders, looking to the door as he goes to knock and wait.] Though I suppose both of our respective fields of interaction would indeed involve a nurse at times...

We shall see what can be seen.

[He folds his arms and settles in to wait to be let in.]

Of course.

[The door opens after a moment- a middle aged fellow in the typical garb of local doctors opens it, and with a look prepares to speak...but hesitates, seeing the vampire with Jonathan.]

Good evening! I apologize for not calling ahead, but I've a friend who shall be sharing with my typical pick-up today. Worry not, I'll not be demanding extra, [he adds with a well meaning chuckle.

The doctor of course, is not lessening their caution.]

Sherlock Holmes.

[A polite incline of his head.]

I am the coroner at Veritas Morgue and Mortuary.

[The doctor nods, and seems to get over his brief alarm. Introducing himself simply as a 'Dr. Harm', and apparently recognizing the name of the Morgue at the least, he gestures for the two to follow- stating something about the regular amount being in their fridges. In fact, there's a bit of excess...]

...Not so many actually making it to the building to use the stock, [Is all he says on that, and Jonathan frowns with a weary understanding.]

Well...At least this way it shan't go entirely to waste then, perhaps, [he mutters, though it's clear the words are weak.]

Quite.

[It's a terrible situation they are in, but Holmes quite agrees. If the blood has a shelf life, better that it leaves the shelf in a vampire than in the trash.

He follows, politely.]

[The walk is rather quiet. Sounds of footsteps on the floor, most up ahead finding other rooms to be in for one reason or another.

Certainly not them. It couldn't be, after all.

Still, they're brought to a rather inconspicuous office- a cooler sits inside.]

Here you are- managed to find a larger, wheeled one from a colleague's barbecue, [the doctor comments with a brisk nod.] We'll be needing it back of course.

Oh- yes of course; I'll not delay in that, thank you very much.

Do you often bring personal items in to supply the hospital? [Holmes asks curiously, smelling the possibility of something unusual and maybe interesting.] Is it the current situation that has left things tight, or a more general shortage in funding?

[sniff sniff sniff]

[The doctor looks rather insulted- and perhaps to little surprise when Jonathan cuts in.]

Sherlock, we've a standing agreement- I visit here on a regularly agreed upon day.

Aye- We already suspected we would have more than fits in the usual lunch carrier, but if you're looking for an excuse to find something fresher you can find the door!

Now I'm sure that's not what was happening...

[Though Sherlock does receive a bit of a pleading look- Don't cause him trouble!]

[....aaaah. Now he sees.]

A standing agreement your superiors are unaware of, or unwilling to assist with. Does your hospital director know how precisely you are disposing of this blood?

[This would have been relevant to know, Jonathan! It affects how he will discuss this in the future!!]

[Jonathan looks to the doctor.

The doctor in turn gives a handwaggle.]

I believe technically speaking, 'tis the 'Board of Directors' who isn't involved? To my knowledge that's quite separate.

[A nod.] Director here's the one who agreed to it- saves us trouble of disposal, means less attacks...

[There's a slight jerk of the head toward Jonathan in particular, which the demon seems quite oblivious to- but Sherlock will probably pick up on what's being conveyed.

Simply by implying to others that a demon is in the hospital seems to cut down on riotous activity very quickly, despite Jonathan never lifting a finger.

...

Though quite likely he'd step in automatically regardless.]

...very well.

[Now he knows the score: who knows, and who it needs to be kept from. He would have expected less volunteering of personal effects from an operation approved by the director, but it is what it is.]

I will be discreet.

[Cat. Curiosity. It, also, is what it is.]

Appreciated, [The doctor curtly replies, and Jonathan himself nods with a smile.]

Thank you for understanding Sherlock- and thank you doctor, the others as well. I'll certainly return this as soon as possible, perhaps with some teas you can enjoy with your colleagues?

[The doctor seems to consider this, and gives a nod that apparently means 'sure'. This is probably not the first time such an exchange has happened.]

Now then, let us wheel this out then...I'll likely have to carry it once we're at the door, it would be terrible to risk ruining the wheels!

[That rather defeats the purpose of a cart, in Sherlock's opinion, but if Joestar is determined to be considerate to a fault, then very well! He shrugs, and strides toward the exit with a--]

Thank you, Doctor--

[That, while polite, unfortunately comes off less sincere and more brusque than Jonathan's big warm-hearted pleasantness.]

[Well at least consideration isn't needed to carry a cooler. Without any trouble getting back outside, Jonathan's soon hoisting the thing onto his shoulder with alarming ease, turning to his friend.] Alright- it seems that worked quite in our favor this time; do you want to try the pouch right now however?

Yes. No time like the present. And, if it is not a suitable source of blood, the sooner we are aware of it, the better.

Of course.

[The cooler is carefully set on the ground- and a single pouch procured.] I can get a glass out, but it's quite possible to tear the tube portion up here and use it akin to a straw as well if you rather.

[Like a kool-aid jammy...]

[It takes all of the willpower Sherlock Holmes possesses not to snatch it out of Jonathan's hand. He takes it at a polite speed, with only the slightest tremble in his fingers, but the words Jonathan is saying go out of focus.

Sherlock's mouth opens, and a pair of teeth drive through the body of the plastic bag. They cut cleanly through it, and immediately, the amount of blood in the bag is visibly shrinking --

-- and, immediately, Sherlock Holmes gives a revolted shudder.]

Uugh-- [he says, muffled, into the plastic. It is near-rotten, it is ice-cold, it is filmy with preserving chemicals and worst of all it is dead, but he swallows it, drawing it up through his fangs, as his face screws up in disgust.] Mnng--

[And yet, he drinks it.]

Erm.

[It doesn't sound like a good time.]

...Sherlock you needn't force yourself if it's not working...

[Though he's not sure what to suggest beyond shoving his wrist forward again either. Hmm.]

[He pulls the near-empty thing away from his face, and draws the back of a hand over his mouth.]

It is disgusting, [he says, tense and revolted,] but I would rather force it down on the chance it will prevent something regrettable, than...

[Than be a priss, and take his chances. The stakes are too high for his pride to get in the way right now. Sometimes, needs must, and you put on the disgusting clothes with the interesting stains because the alternative is peril, death, and failure.]

As long as it sates you then...

[He doesn't sound so certain, but what can he do after all.] Is it better or worse than what I'd blended for the thermos?

[The thermos blood was warm at least but...hm.]

...better.

[A pause. Then:]

Marginally.

[It is no use being less than perfectly honest in a situation like this. At best, it's inefficient. At worst, dangerous.]

As long as it's marginally better, then I suppose these will be of use to you then at least...

Have you any clue as to how long this ought last? A month, more?

It was going to expire anyway. I will take it.

[And force down as much as he can stand, probably with watering eyes, and count the days.]

I am out sixteen coins. That is a month's worth, yes?

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my brain keeps likening it to coffee, cold coffee, reheated coffee,

RIGHT. MICROWAVE REHEATED COFFEE WITH NOTHING IN IT.

worse...as we realized....instant and reheated...

s-sobs

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