but i know i just can't make it good.
In the end, he ends up calling Daniel Carew.
Daniel is as gentle as he always is but clear - he will fulfill Henry's request for the sake of what he and Emma once had, as long as he doesn't involve Daniel's daughter in any of this, not anymore. ("She needs time alone, Henry, if not alone away from you." "Yes sir, I know that.")
But he'll do it. That's all that matters, because Henry is very quickly running out of options, and he cannot think of any way to get such heavy sedatives on short notice without a prescription, which to be perfectly honest he could probably get if he was honest with a doctor about so much as a tenth of his current anxiety, but time is, as ever, of the essence.
His other alternative is to call Bisset; he has no doubt this would make any kind of drug he wanted appear on his doorstep within an hour, maybe with a bow on top, but - the cost is too high. He knows that now, and it's funny because it doesn't matter anymore. So he goes to Daniel Carew, who looks at him with- something, definite concern and maybe even pity, but gives him what he needs anyway, and so he finds it difficult to care.
("Is there- anything wrong, Henry? "No sir, I'm just having some trouble sleeping." "There's been some talk; you know how I feel about spreading university gossip, but they say you've been isolating yourself, that you've continued your work despite the university's decision--" "I can't help what they say, sir, and I'm not inclined to try to justify my work to anyone at this moment.")
On the way out he nearly walks right into Harriet Beaconsfield, and he can feel his shoulders tightening up, his body trying to make itself smaller like he used to do as a teenager. He doesn't have time, or enough energy or- there is not enough left of him to face her saccharine smile.
("Dr. Jekyll, how is life after university treating you? And where is that lovely girl we hear you've been seeing?")
He goes home.
He goes home to the house that's like living in a wake, and he puts another needle in his arm, and then he doesn't remember anything until he wakes up in his garage holding a string of pearls.
There is blood on his clothes again.
Daniel is as gentle as he always is but clear - he will fulfill Henry's request for the sake of what he and Emma once had, as long as he doesn't involve Daniel's daughter in any of this, not anymore. ("She needs time alone, Henry, if not alone away from you." "Yes sir, I know that.")
But he'll do it. That's all that matters, because Henry is very quickly running out of options, and he cannot think of any way to get such heavy sedatives on short notice without a prescription, which to be perfectly honest he could probably get if he was honest with a doctor about so much as a tenth of his current anxiety, but time is, as ever, of the essence.
His other alternative is to call Bisset; he has no doubt this would make any kind of drug he wanted appear on his doorstep within an hour, maybe with a bow on top, but - the cost is too high. He knows that now, and it's funny because it doesn't matter anymore. So he goes to Daniel Carew, who looks at him with- something, definite concern and maybe even pity, but gives him what he needs anyway, and so he finds it difficult to care.
("Is there- anything wrong, Henry? "No sir, I'm just having some trouble sleeping." "There's been some talk; you know how I feel about spreading university gossip, but they say you've been isolating yourself, that you've continued your work despite the university's decision--" "I can't help what they say, sir, and I'm not inclined to try to justify my work to anyone at this moment.")
On the way out he nearly walks right into Harriet Beaconsfield, and he can feel his shoulders tightening up, his body trying to make itself smaller like he used to do as a teenager. He doesn't have time, or enough energy or- there is not enough left of him to face her saccharine smile.
("Dr. Jekyll, how is life after university treating you? And where is that lovely girl we hear you've been seeing?")
He goes home.
He goes home to the house that's like living in a wake, and he puts another needle in his arm, and then he doesn't remember anything until he wakes up in his garage holding a string of pearls.
There is blood on his clothes again.