#manxfscience

“Why’d you follow me?”

“Well, yeah, but can you think of anyone who isn’t?”

Richard’s eyes were still scanning for this mysterious cause to Jack’s ailments. He had seen many things over his years, but there was always some kind of clue, or someone that knew a bit more than he, in the advancement of medicines. The kick, however, was that Jack himself was a doctor. If it was a readily known cause, he would’ve told him. In theory, at least. The only offering suggestion made the man’s eyes snap up to look at Jack’s face. He had thought that Ben would do something like this to him? Ben was capable of many, many things, but there was always a reason to it. Never were his actions simply made without some kind of plan behind it. Richard knew him long enough, and well enough to know that about him. Whatever the purpose would be, of causing harm to Sheppard, it wasn’t rational.

With a furrowed brow, Richard gave a slight shake to his head, noting that Jack’s status was declining. Whatever was going on, he wasn’t equipped with knowledge nor tools to help him there. Looking around out at their surroundings for a brief moment, he assessed the quickest place to take him back to, to get him both someone that could help, and the means to do whatever it was that needed to be done.

         “Jack.” There was an urgent tone in his voice, trying to ensure that the man was still cognitive enough. A hand placed at the side of his neck, attempting to find and count his pulse.