"All right, then, sir...! It's alright, really; a doctor's here now," Autumn responded in a sing-song voice that in her experience,at least seemed to calm down and soothe the general area of the three-month-to-five-year old crowd... She could only hope desperately that the child in question was between those ages...
Which, so it appeared, he was -- the trouble was, he was also clearly bleeding very badly, whilst his father was unsuccessfully attempting to soothe him down! "Alright; it's alright, now... It's alright, now..." she repeated softly, approaching the boy and his father, gingerly, as if she expected the boy's leg to jacknife up to club her upside the head... Which, granted, it very might well do so, if the boy was scared enough not to take note of her presence, at all.