“Who are you?” she asked. “He’s the surgeon.” King replied. She looked to him. “He does not look like a surgeon.” “I’m not certain of his skill.” She returned her attention to the doctor. “Do try not to kill me, sir.” The other man nodded. “I shall do my best.” “And is it entirely necessary to pour that on my wounds?” she added, “I didn’t care for it.” “There is some speculation that the alcohol helps with infection,” the doctor replied. “I do hope that’s the case, as I would like to think that I haven’t wasted a half a bottle of gin.”
