"Miss," the woman at the door repeated.
"I'm sorry," Lysandra said, not daring to look in the woman's direction. "Isn't someone going to treat him?"
"He's been treated," the woman said, sounding confused. "It's just that he hasn't woken up yet, so we can't send him away."
Lysandra shook her head. "No," she said. "He's been shot in the arm. Won't anyone tend to that wound?"
The woman raised her eyebrows again. Lysandra wanted to slap those eyebrows off her face. "How do you know he's been shot? Who would be allowed to have a g*n?"
"It's not important," Lysandra responded. "The point is, he needs more treatment than this." Her voice broke at the end, and she hoped the woman wouldn't notice.
"We don't have a doctor on hand," the woman told her with a sigh. "I'm sorry."
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