"Adam, hey," Mikey said with a relieved sigh. Its strange appearance aside, it was good to see a friendly face. "Alright, everybody in," he said, pitching his voice louder and waving his sixth years past him.
"I've got two injured," he said, turning back to Adam when the children were out of earshot. "One just took a bit of a nasty hit accidentally but the other one's been bitten. Do you know anything about that?" He glanced over in the boy's direction anxiously. "I know the bites can't be sanitary but if it's rabies or something." He really didn't want to finish that sentence.