She turns to me, "What's your name?"
"Bel," I answer as the girl eyes me.
"Well, Bel. Where did you learn to bandage wounds like this?" I shift my weight around, feigning discomfort.
"My father was a doctor." I say to her, a half-truth. I can practically feel the girl’s demeanor soften.
"I'm so sorry, Bel. My name is Clemency. But you can call me Mia." Mia quickly hugs me. I try not to stiffen at the fact that a stranger is hugging me. Mentally, I shrug, telling myself to get over it. I let my hands tremble a bit, not that I don't want to cry, but I’m not the type to sob because of what's happened. She lets me out of the hug and places her hand on my shoulder.
"Bel, I am the only person here who can treat these patients. But you're here now. Will you help me?" She asks me and I pause for a moment to think. I can finally use what my father taught me. I realize she's searching my eyes and I give her a quick nod. I grab my backpack and hold it in my arms just in case she tries hugging me again.
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