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“Bunhead!” Eli yelled, lifting a little boy onto the bed

The girl, who did indeed have her blonde hair pulled into a bun, ran toward him

“Did you look hi into the boy’s ears

“He said he was okay His nose was hurt, but I checked and it was fine His sister orse—”

“Stop talking”

She ju her mouth

“Breathe You said his nose was hurting Sinus pressure His eardrums are ruptured, you need to…”

“Page EMT and administer antibiotics for the cuts, and check up every 30—”

He gave her a stern look

“15 minutes to make sure that was all”

“Dr Davenport!” another doctor called from the door

“Bunhead, keep an eye on hi over to another roo from one patient to another Soht out of the rooery Eli stayed back for most of it

Even in the chaos I focused on hi back and forth as wave after wave of new bloody, crying, screaht in It was like he was on autopilot—he had to be Nothing fazed him, not even when an older wo back, he held her gray head until soht over a small bucket

“Sorry I am so—”

“There is no need to apologize, Mrs Miller Do you still feel like the roo?”