Hosack finds Aaron Burr passed out face first in his sitting room, mostly having made it onto the couch. There is a spill of sick by the door, and another few drops on the carpet.
He sighs, leaning on his cane, and says, to himself, “We are too old for this.”
But he finds a basin of more or less fresh water in Burr’s room, along with a crumpled letter he has few compunctions about reading — ah, and it confirms his suspicions, that they have tangled themselves together far more than young Alexander admitted.
The indifferent housekeeper arrives while the doctor settles Burr more comfortably, unwinds the knotted cravat, wipes the sick from his mouth and confirms that he is breathing, his heart beating. She puts on a pot to cook some hearty stew, at his urging, and coffee, and Hosack settles in to wait for Burr to awaken. He has nursed his friend before. It is familiar enough.
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He sighs, leaning on his cane, and says, to himself, “We are too old for this.”
But he finds a basin of more or less fresh water in Burr’s room, along with a crumpled letter he has few compunctions about reading — ah, and it confirms his suspicions, that they have tangled themselves together far more than young Alexander admitted.
The indifferent housekeeper arrives while the doctor settles Burr more comfortably, unwinds the knotted cravat, wipes the sick from his mouth and confirms that he is breathing, his heart beating. She puts on a pot to cook some hearty stew, at his urging, and coffee, and Hosack settles in to wait for Burr to awaken. He has nursed his friend before. It is familiar enough.