<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Docaveley.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doctor Sylvester Aveley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 18th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avery's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Doc Aveley took his hand and shook it, giving a wry smile at the mention of being made to wait.  It was true he was more often made to wait indoors, in a foyer or a kitchen, but while his profession was respected there were many who still saw it as something of a well-trained servant, particularly west of the Tracks.  He’d grown rather used to waiting.  “I do know how that goes,” he chuckled softly.  “Some of my clients are rather insistent, too.”  He looked to the door and gave a small nod, stepping in after and looking around with a certain bemusement.  It was an office, and also the home of a bachelor - and in its own way it reminded him of his clinic, because his business was precisely the same.<br/><br/>His face drained of color and amusement at the mention of Lady Boyle, though, and he followed with and removed his hat, settling into a seat and taking the bourbon gratefully.  If they were going to be discussing Lady Boyle, it would certainly be needed.   “I had heard they were charging the … young Whateley woman with the crime.  I was familiar with Dr. Caetano… before the events at the asylum.  He had invited me to … ah… witness some of his medical treatments for insanity, but I didn’t much have stomach for them.  I was always rather surprised that Delores herself was never committed to that institution, but after seeing some of the methods there, I would say it was charity on the part of the family.”<br/><br/>He sipped at the bourbon, some of his color returning.  “But as to Miss Boyle… she was<em>ravaged</em>, and brutally, but I could not say with medical certainty if there was … male issue inside of her.  Mostly there was blood - tearing of the vagina, cervix, uterus… the labia.  I had not seen anything like it, and … I would say not even the most well-endowed of men could do such a thing.  I consulted with the veterinarian in town, and he had… he had seen something similar when a young woman on a ranch had… ah… had taken up relations with a stallion.”<br/><br/>He blushed a little as he said it.  “It<em>is</em>possible Miss Whateley could have been responsible - if she used her fist, the bulk of her arm - in a rather forceful manner.  Miss Boyle was… an unusual woman.  Taken to sleepwalking.  A number of people had observed her doing it.  But beyond the… well, the penetration, there were no other signs of damage.  She wasn’t cut, or clawed, or … whatever the Sheriff’s office is saying was responsible for the wounds on the other men.  Bruised, yes.  Badly so.  When she first appeared in my office I thought… I thought she was horribly injured, but most of the blood was not hers.  She remains unconscious since the night, but it is a state of … catatonia.  She does not respond to stimuli.  Occasionally she moves, she walks with difficulty… she eats when fed, but she is not… present.  And she doesn’t speak.”  There was a flicker there - that wasn’t wholly true, but what he was attempting to conceal came with a considerable amount of personal embarrassment.  He blushed at the thought of it.<br/><br/>He blew out a breath.  “I’m sorry for… unburdening myself so.  The whole affair has been quite distressing.  I … ah… I have the medical records maintained by Dr. Caetano.  I have been attempting to contact the next of kin.  I didn’t think to bring them… I wasn’t certain as to what this meeting was about, or I would have.”  He smiled apologetically.