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The girl’s body was a bit rigid, whimpering in pain like a puppy. “P-please…” she whispered in a hitched voice ” j-just g-go-o…”

“Heh, you have had the unfortunate pleasure of falling into the hands of the only people here too caring and too stubborn to let you die so I suggest you try to relax.” Ignis winked at Megyn, finally registering her arrival. Then she pulled a silver case about the same size as a medkit out of her hat. A note taped to the outside read “In case of emergency.”

“I think this qualifies.” Ignis mumbled to herself. She set the case on the floor and slid it over to Megyn. “Would you mind opening that?”

“Of course!” Megyn replied, reaching out and sliding the kit towards her. As she snapped the lid back, a bit of paper fluttered to the floor. Glancing briefly at it she caught the words “ . . . know you tend to find trouble so this is for when I’m not around to patch you up. . . know you tend to forget  . . .  left some plainly written instruction on how to use this stuff.

Glancing back toward the kit, she realized that this kit was like no other she’d seen. I’m glad the person who organized this left instructions.

Inside was a small collection of some type of wound patches, a few tiny vials of blood and a few hyposprays of pain killers and sedatives, all clearly and simply labeled.

Megyn sorted out a few of the larger wound patches and laid them out in the lid of the kit. Turning to the girl, she asked, “Please, may I look at your shoulder?”