Central Park, New York, Late Tuesday Evening
Seely yelped as fingers prodded the gash in his forehead. Loudly. This was not how he'd planned spending this leave.
"Hold still," the girl ordered him, tilting his head to catch the light. "This doesn't look too bad."
"You don't look like a doctor," Seely remarked sceptically, she looked even younger than him.
"Next best thing," came the reply. "Med student. That was a very brave thing you did. Also kinda dumb."
He winced. "Yeah, well, where I'm from you see a girl getting mugged, you lend a hand." Even when it turned out she had mace in her bag.
"My hero," she replied dryly, if also gratefully. "You have a name, hero?"
"Seely."
Holding a square of gauze against his forehead, she shook the offered hand. "Cam."
"Hold still," the girl ordered him, tilting his head to catch the light. "This doesn't look too bad."
"You don't look like a doctor," Seely remarked sceptically, she looked even younger than him.
"Next best thing," came the reply. "Med student. That was a very brave thing you did. Also kinda dumb."
He winced. "Yeah, well, where I'm from you see a girl getting mugged, you lend a hand." Even when it turned out she had mace in her bag.
"My hero," she replied dryly, if also gratefully. "You have a name, hero?"
"Seely."
Holding a square of gauze against his forehead, she shook the offered hand. "Cam."