The two were taken outside, where a District 1 medical car was found waiting. The police directed both young men in that direction, all the while just staring at them with slight disbelief that they would even come to a lower district like this. The back of the vehicle was open, and the two stepped into the small back room of the vehicle. Once inside, the car started to make it's way through the streets of the district, heading back go District 1.

James stared at the table, and then at the medical officer. "I'm sorry, you want me to get in there? What is that going to do?"

The officer, a lady in her late twenties, early thirties, gave James a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it will scan to see what damage has been done, and you will be fixed right up." She ushered James onto the table, and then strapped him in.

The small machine made a small whirring sound and sprang to life. A small bar, projecting a long, blue laser bar moved from James' feet to the top of his head, then back again before lowering itself back into it's position. There were a few seconds of silence before the machine spoke in its metallic, female voice.

"Diagnostic complete. Damage done to patient, James Jamison of District One is as follows: fractures in true ribs three and four, bruising in Cervical vertebrae, and Thoracic vertebrae. There also appears to be bruising in the hand as well. Beginning healing process, now."

Another bar went over James vertically, from his left hand, to his right. As it passed slowly over him, fractures that would take months to heal, and bruises that would take days to heal, were healed in seconds. By the time the whole procedure was finished, they had already made it to their destination. The drivers of the vehicle opened up the back, revealing the building they lived in.

"Alright. Here is your stop, Jamisons. Please don't be getting into any more trouble. Your father won't be pleased when he hears about this."