"Treatin' the odd cold, mostly - and readin' up on 21st century children's health," Jackson replied with a one shouldered shrug, after swallowing a bite of his sandwich. Had to be ready, in case the little one developed one condition or another. It was all about humans, but delivering a quarter-Elf hadn't been any different from delivering your usual babe, and it wasn't as if any of his books mentioned other species. "On top of my regular schedule of bein' bored to death in the clinic, drinkin' more than I should, and doin' a lotta fornication, 'course."