“No?”  The girl’s voice rose in concern, though she covered her eyes with her hands when Cain stabbed himself, looking a bit ill.  Amuné accepted his hand willingly when he offered it, her grip tight with worry.  She didn’t understand the details he said, but injury and not alright, that she understood.  He needed a doctor, and she could show him the way.  “Fitz, Kirk, James -- I’m going to take him to Dr. Max.  I’ll see you later.”
“Right, lass, take care of your friend -- and I’ll take care of Kirk fer gettin’ too excited.”  Fitz cuffed the protesting guard’s head.  “You need ta be more careful, boyo.  Cannae be getting careless like that.”

Amuné left the guards behind, tugging Cain’s hand so he would move at a fast walk.  “Dr. Max is nice to everyone.  ...You might intimidate him at first, though.  I did.  He wasn’t sure about me, but now we’re friends.  He’s very sweet, but he’ll get angry if you don’t take care of yourself properly.”  She led him towards the main building, through the halls that echoed with the sound of her footsteps, to the wing that held the infirmary.  “Dr. Maaax!” the girl called, her voice thin with worry.  Cain needed help -- and fast.

A man in his thirties poked a slightly disheveled head out of a door that seemed to lead to an office.  “Amuné?” he stepped into the hall when he saw the child, but it only took a moment for him to realize she was not the one in trouble.  “Amuné, take him to the first exam room, alright?  I’ll be with you in just a moment.”  He moved to another doorway and raised his voice.  “Malie, we have a patient!  Exam one, and be quick about it.”  With that he vanished into another room.  “He’ll take good care of you,” Amuné said softly, taking Cain to a pastel-painted room with an exam table and the various paraphernalia of a doctor’s office.  Her brow was furrowed, and she couldn’t seem to stay still, pacing restlessly.  “Does it hurt a lot?  Can you breathe okay still?”

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