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continued from here. @murdercitymedic

Fantastic. This was exactly the sort of patient nobody ever wanted to deal with. They’re injured, but also possibly under the influence of something and you need to speak to them to work out which one it is that’s causing them to be unsteady on their feet. He pulled a chair out, pointedly, and gestured to it. “Sit down before you fall down.” Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow. “I’m a doctor. That is an injury. Treating it is literally my business.”

Pietro had been darting across the mountains and down into the centre of Two’s city for an hour already, the sun having risen only a short while before. For what was probably his third breakfast, he’d grabbed an assortment of fruit from the makeshift trading stalls citizens had set up in an area that hadn’t been bombed, fast enough they hadn’t noticed his presence. He still felt no remorse for stealing from a district that’d both humiliated and hurt him and his family. Pietro stopped at a fairly secluded spot on the mountainside for a few seconds to eat it all; though in those few moments of stillness, he caught movement in his peripheral vision.

Darting a few paces behind the source, by way of surveying the danger, he frowned. Leonard. Plus a lot of gear, the amount of which seemed unnecessary to Pietro. Raising an eyebrow, he moved in front of the doctor instead, gaze drifting between the man and his belongings. “Are you planning on building a home out here wizh all zhis? Are you?”

“I am afraid I don’t understand why these birds are so angry. Though swine don’t usually hoard eggs either, for that matter.”

“No Ethan, I’m sorry buddy, we can’t read The Hungry Caterpillar again, Daddy’s gotta read all these —” That’s when Finnick noticed somebody else staring at them. So he put on his usual charming smile and apologised, waving a hand. “So sorry. We’ll keep it down.”