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Paige Matthews (witchwithaplan) wrote in wariscoming,

Paige didn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Right. Explain to you. After I placate the rude man, I'll tell you what I know and what I can do."

She lead her strange little entourage to the emergency entrance. "Can somebody help us please!" She knew Emergency decorum. If you could even call it that. She had been a social worker and now she was a Charmed One. People needed their rest but sometimes you had to make yourself known, or else you would get looked over. There was a bustle. It could have been busier but it was busy enough that they would get over look. And a burn that bad needed immediate attention. Which was quickly proven as someone rushed towards them.

"What happened? How -- "

Paige cut the man off, "I found him in an allyway. I have no idea how it happened, but he needs medical attention. Now." Paige lied expertly and her now seemed to carry the words of 'there are no time for questions right now'.

"I know. Of course" The man, doctor, lead the injured man to a wheelchair. And the injured man looked first at Azula and then at Paige. The doctor's gaze followed his but Paige didn't look back at Azula. Instead giving the man a reassuring smile.

"Wait right here." The doctor said. "I need to ask you some questions."

Paige, this time, held onto her need to roll her eyes.
"Of course. We'll stay as long as you need us to." Watching them as they wheeled away, Paige turned back to Azula. "You have some questions? Let's here them." The woman was right. Paige had this instinct ... that she was cruel. As much as Paige didn't want to jump to conclusions, her instincts never steered her wrong. Which was why Paige wasn't going to ramble on with info, and would instead let Azula ask. And she would measure how much or how little came out of her own mouth.