For the two days his abilities had been suppressed, he’d been able to offer little more than a human physician could have. The clinic could triage, treat wounds, give medicine, and he could even set broken bones in a field-medicine type of way, but as far as real healing…it had just been a waiting game. Everyone who’d needed that had started to show back up as soon as the inhibitors were off. Unfortunately for them, Josh’s energy was finite. He couldn’t exhaust himself completely or he risked shutting down even longer than the two days, and the District couldn’t afford that.
Having Luna show up was a relief. Even though she’d needed to be in and out of the city a few times, it was always helpful to have her there. She had a way with patients, she was comforting, and he could rely on her to stick around. He was already tired by then, but not the kind of tired that was worrisome yet. “Can you triage the people waiting? I have to prioritize. If they can wait another day or two, I need them to wait. If they’re new and need basic treatment, send them to one of the students.” He needed some semblance of order without having to do it himself.
He looked up from what he was doing and briefly glanced toward her. “Thanks for coming.”
Luna’s frequent trips in and out of the city were usually at her father’s urging, or to visit her mother, but it was always difficult for her to turn her back on Star City for any amount of time. Her thoughts would wander back to what she might have left behind and she’d sit, quiet and stricken, until she’d worked herself up over nonexistent worries. It was difficult not imagining how things could spiral out of control. She’d seen it herself too many times. There was such a heavy feeling of fear that sometimes she was choked by it.
The clinic, thankfully, was a respite from that. Most people were relieved to be seen to, listened to, and were too grateful to be overcome by negative thoughts. “Of course,” she agreed immediately, understanding the need to thin out the burgeoning crowd. There weren’t even any chairs left for people to sit in.
Nodding, she smiled at Josh before immediately setting off to do what he asked. It was difficult turning people away, but most of them seemed to understand that there wasn’t much to be done over minor injuries. A few could be easily handled by a student or even a seasoned tenant of the safehouse who’d been around long enough to manage splinting a finger. Luna handled a few issues herself, but quickly came to find that being soothing was enough to temper and mitigate things. After some time, the crowd tapered off and the only ones waiting for Josh were only those who truly needed his assistance.
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