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[cant_kim]

[OOM: London, 1816. Not that anything can make a beating pleasant, but having someone on your side in the gang sure helps.]

The door opens, and in come two boys in the clothes of Regency-era London. The older one is supporting the younger, who looks to have just been on the wrong end of a . . . spirited argument.

Kim hurts like hell. The ache in her

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[walksthebounds]

"Think you can make it across the way to the infirmary," the older boy asks, glancing down at the younger, "or d'you want me to shout?" His accent's notably shifted from a few minutes ago; pure Cockney then, it's more cosmopolitan now, harder to place.

He'd rather not shout if he doesn't have to.

[cant_kim]

"Don't shout," she snaps. Milliways may be safer than Covent Garden, but she doesn't want to go drawing all that attention.

[bannion_sight]

Perhaps fortunately for the two of them, the young woman with white hair has raised her head on overhearing their conversation.

"Did someone say infirmary?" Clear gray eyes sharpen as she looks at them.

"Do you need help? I'm a doctor."

[walksthebounds]

"Ah! Lucky for you," Jamie says, brightening at the prospect of escaping his responsibility, "he's a patient."

He jerks a vague gesture at Kim with his free hand - not that it really needs indicating - and adds, "Unlucky for you, we can't pay. But you doctor types here are all about the charitable impulses, right?"