Today was chores day. The clinic had been open briefly that morning and Fred had seen to a few patients - mostly children with a fever - and that meant the rest of day was to be devoted... To chores. A bundle of not dyed fabric in his arms Fred lifted his head at the call of someone in apparent pain. A quiet sigh, he did the good thing and made his way over to this stumbling person.
An injury. How vague.
The fabric was moved to be tucked under his arm and he gave his head a tilt.
"Blurry?" Fred questioned, reaching out his free hand to catch the woman's arm and lead her to a wall, gently guiding her to sit. "I'm Doctor Savage, tell me what's wrong exactly and I may be able to help you."