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The medic made his way through the bustling street market in search for an apothecary to stock up on supplies. Glancing at his list, he perked as a flash of red caught his attention. Acting out of reflex, he shot his arms out to catch the young maid as she stumbled with her armful of groceries. Doing his best to catch her basket, he peered down at her through ashen blonde curls and round spectacles. “Are you alright, Miss?” He asked, a look of concern washing over his features.
Apparently her sleepless nights and constant worry finally took their toll. The streets were crowded, the basket heavy, and at some point she simply felt her head get strangely heavy, and light at the same time. The next thing she remembered were the round spectacles, strangely similar to her own, and a concerned voice, which echoed in her ears.
“Yes... I’m fine,” she muttered, though she was not quite sure she felt fine. Still, there was no need for her to worry him more than it was necessary. “Thank you for your help.”
