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[Visual] Is there a Doctor in the house?

John appears on the screen, holding Annika. She has an obviously broken arm, the result of some over eager swinging and the evils of gravity. "There wouldn't happen to be a doctor around who could maybe come and give us a hand. We've had a bit of an accident and, well, there are broken bones involved.

I'd rather not take her to the hospital to be seen by one of these... others. I'd rather it be one of us."

He looks down at Annika and kissed the top of her head. "it'll be okay, sweetheart. I promise."

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And then there is a rather perplexed-looking Adria. She appears to be confused and rather irritated at something, likely herself.

"Does...the girl require healing?" And then adds, because she wouldn't quite be Adria without it, "Injuries such as that are nothing compared to the power of Origin. It would be a trivial matter to take care of it."

"Well, broken arms don't heal themselves very well." Yes, John sounds a little harried. He wants to get Annika fixed up and make her feel better. He doesn't want to play games with Inara.

"I can repair her arm," she says levelly. The details of pointing out that it was done by the glory of the Path and Origin and all of that can be pointed out afterward, and then she will have people in her debt. Yes, that seems like a good reason, not because she's concerned in particular about a little girl.

"Will you accept my assistance, knowing the source?" This gets a mild quirk of her eyebrow, watching the visual.

"At this point, I don't really care is you use ox blood and a voodoo doll. My goal is to get her fixed up, not debate religious-medical ethics."

She narrows her eyes slightly. "I hope that you want her fixed enough to be grateful about it. Where are you? Are there landmarks around where you are?"

"I've got grateful in spades. Park in Wilde. We should be showing up as dots on your map."

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"John? How is she?" Charlotte leaves off the who the hell is she. She can see enough that there's a band on the girl's arm and that she's in pain. "Where are you?"

"She's a tough young lady. She's hanging in there. We're in a park in Wilde."

"That's good." Charlotte smiled pretty brightly considering she wasn't at all sure what to think and waved at the little girl. "Hey there. You're in good hands."

She looked back at John. "I haven't seen Toby in a while, but there are a couple people with decent medical experience in our...company of captives. Would you like some company until we can find someone?" She lowered her voice a little. "There might be a few things I can do, short of actually fixing it."

"I think we would, yeah." He looks down at Annika, then nods. "That would be good."

Annika likes the people here, they're all so friendly. She swallows thickly against the pain and manages a shaky smile for Charlotte.

"I know." It's as simple as that to a child.

Charlotte flashed that smile at Annika again, then nodded. "I'll be there as soon as I can." She looked at John. "Fast as possible."

With that she signed off and went to gather a few things before rushing to find them.

Concentrating on not moving her arm too much, because it hurts more when she does that, a tear stained but calmer Annika nods at him. His cooling touch is doing a good job of numbing the pain, and he's promising her everything will be okay. That's good enough for a six year old, despite the wince of pain she experiences when she nods and it displaces her arm a little.

"How will they fix it?"

And now it is time for John to remember the exact process. "Well, sweetie, they'll give you a little medicine for the pain, then they'll straight up your arm. It'll hurt a little, but then it'll get wrapped in some stuff to hold it still so it can grow back together again. It's actually pretty cool."

He grins and kissed the top of her head. "At least, that's how they did it where I'm from. It might be faster here."

"I won't cry." She seems quite adamant about that, "I'm not a baby anymore." It's kind of obvious she's giving herself a pep talk though, because she looks like she wants to cry.

"And I'm sorry for screaming, they won't have heard me will they?"

"No, you aren't a baby. You're a very brave, tough young lady." He leans down and whispers against her ear. "No one heard you scream. And I won't tell."

There's a tinge of pride when John calls her tough, it's important that she's never scared, she's been told the same by her father enough times.

"The tablet thing wasn't on then? If the Borg heard me, they'll come." She whispers back, the prospect of that happening is more frightening than anything, a broken arm is nothing in comparison.

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Charlotte grabbed a paste she had that would dull the pain in Annika's arm some but not interfere with setting it. She hustled as fast as she could across Taxon, following both the dots on her map and the landmarks she'd seen behind John and the girl.

When she got to them, she was knelt down and addressed herself to Annika first. "Well hello there. What on earth happened here?" She looked up at John and shot him a small smile.

OOC: Charlie, Annika, John?

When Charlotte arrives, Annika's feeling quite drained, tucked away tight in John's arms and she doesn't realise he isn't singing out loud, but it feels nice and while she's trying to understand the words, it's distracting her from the pain.

She doesn't lift her head from his chest, she likes it here, but she looks at Charlotte and answers. "I broke my arm. Nobody heard me scream though."

Which is the most important part of the story, obviously.

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When Charlie smiles at him, he nods a little, but keep singing to Annika. "She's a very brave young lady. I'm very proud of her."

Charlotte got the cream out and held it so Annika could smell it. "I can see how brave she's being. I would be a mess. Crying and carrying on, but I'm a wimp about pain." That wasn't true, but it was the sort of thing one said to encourage children in this sort of setting. Or so she thought. "This stuff is greasy, but it will make your arm hurt less until someone can fix it for real. Is it all right if I put some on?"

Meanwhile, Toby's headed in their direction with his medic bag, walking quickly.

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