John Watson at the First Aid Tent and OPEN
The Council of Everdale had sent out an email to all the hospitals, clinics and doctors offices in Preya for volunteers to pitch in and help for an hour or two at the festival's first aid station. Why not? John thought. It was a nice thing to do.
Fortunately, the only injuries of the day so far had been very minor - a twisted ankle stepping on uneven ground, a couple of cases of dehydration, somebody getting a small during the swordsmanship competition.
John sat behind a folding table, under a white tent with a large red cross printed upon it. There was nothing to do at the moment but watch the crowds walk past and send off a text to Sherlock, as he waited for his hour to be up.