"Can I ask you some questions? The doctors need to know some things in order to know what they can give you," I explain, and she swallows what she has in her mouth before speaking.
"I can try to give you as much information as I know, but it's not much," she warns, and I nod. Anything she can give me is good information. I look down at the clipboard and start reading the questions out.
"Name?" She doesn't answer after a couple of seconds, making me look back up. She seems hesitant, but I don't press her to answer. "We can come back to that," I say, looking at the next blank. "Age?"
"I'm eighteen," she says, which is a shock to me considering I had thought she was fourteen or younger when I first found her. She's older than I am, which is hard to believe.
I look back up from the clipboa
