Written for the 5.1 challenge. Stars Alice and Matthew
"Dr Harvey."
She hadn't expected to find someone in her office, let alone someone sprawled out in the room's only chair. She breathed a little calmer when she recognised her visitor was, at least, highly unlikely to make some sort of threatening move against her. Still, she didn't like surprises so her greeting was a sharp, "make yourself at home."
"Sorry, but I couldn't find another chair, and standing to wait is… difficult."
Her gaze followed his to a set of legs that seemingly stretched from one side of the cramped room to the other. A cane was propped against the wonky table she called a desk.
"Oh, yes. I'd forgotten your handicap."
He made a strange noise at the back of his throat to which she responded to merely with a slight twitch in her cheek.
"I came to ask a favour," he growled.
"A what?"
"A favour," he repeated. "As a friend."
Her eyes narrowed. Were they friends?
"And as a doctor," he added.
This piqued her interest somewhat. Gingerly, she stepped over his legs to perch on top of one of the many pile of books that decorated the room.
"I need a prescription. You can still write those out, can't you?"
"It's usually too late for most of my patients," she dryly noted, "but, yes."
Reaching into his pocket, he dragged out an empty container, and handed it to her.
She read the label. "Why don't you ask Lucien?"
He waved an impatient hand. "He's fussing."
"How many are you taking?"
"No more than one a day."
Alice stared at the label again. If she gave him the script she would need to keep a close eye on him – a very close eye.
She retrieved her prescription pad.
"This could be worse than the hairdressers, Inspector."