[Logan's quiet for a long moment after that, exhaling an upward plume of smoke as the word dementia dances through his head. It's rather unfair, the idea of a kid like this dealing with something so sudden and all consuming. And it reminds Logan of Charles like a bullet to the chest, sobering him from any levity and making him solemn and quiet as he sits forward again to rest his elbows on his legs.]
There are medications for dementia. Aricept, Gala... Gala-whatever.
[He snaps his fingers, but the word doesn't come to him, ironically. There were a lot of medications that for a time, helped Charles but nothing consistent. Nothing permanent. Nothing so accessible that it was a real option, aside from the shots they gave him to mellow him out. And that was only to keep him from killing everyone around him.]
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There are medications for dementia. Aricept, Gala... Gala-whatever.
[He snaps his fingers, but the word doesn't come to him, ironically. There were a lot of medications that for a time, helped Charles but nothing consistent. Nothing permanent. Nothing so accessible that it was a real option, aside from the shots they gave him to mellow him out. And that was only to keep him from killing everyone around him.]
Were you on any of those?