“Tell me if you are allergic to anything before we proceed,” Lilith pleaded kindly while she pressed the metal kit she carried and made it open wide. Several compartments were unfolded with layers of tools and jars, neatly carved with a sophisticate and unearthly design. The box captured the images in holograms in different angles for the record, scanned in X rays and other process as routine while she didn’t move a finger. She pressed two points on his shoulder, to stop the superficial haemorrhage. “This could sting, dear,” she warned as she brushed the zone with a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol. Once she finished these quick motions, the doctor accepted the bucket of ice and warmed the frozen water between her hands. “Thank you.” If it was too cold, the shock would upset her patient.
After it reached a perfect temperature, Lilith washed the wax from the burnt areas, praying there wouldn’t be blisters to speed the treatment. She ignored the exchange of the boy and the woman until Danica’s suggestions to leave.
“Ah. I already took those measures, dear. And before we move you,” Lilith spoke with certain authority. This was her professional advice. “I must dress your incisions and apply a pain relief to soothe your pain. No allergies?” she asked again while she reached an unusually shaped metallic syringe, to the woman this time. She appeared his legal guardian.