[Liethell]

(I think it looks just fine! Glasses, dark hair, blue eyes, right?)

The first to answer the doorman's beckoning is a mother. She's heavy set, and she's holding the sobbing baby from earlier. She herself has been crying. A man near Vincent gossips in whispers to another man near him, and apparently the child has pneumonia, and the mother can't afford conventional treatment.
"It's lucky the doc came by this week," They repeat to one another, "It's lucky, it's lucky indeed..."

The door closes behind her, to keep out the crowd as it presses closer and closer to the door. The murmuring kicks up once more, almost all of it speculation. Many seem to believe the child will come out as sick as he went in. There are bah humbugs and tut-tuts and tsk-tsking. It lasts for all of a few minutes, until the door opens again and a still silence overtakes them all.

The woman comes back out. The shadows hid her baby at first, but as she steps into the alley, the streetlights illuminate her and show her red cheeks, stained with tears, and a smile. The child in her arm fusses, but he breathes again, he doesn't howl.
"My baby, she healed my baby!" She sobs into the little bundle. There is silence, a few approach to examine the baby. An old man hobbles to her and looks the bundle over, and then he turns to the crowd and announces, "God is good! His angel healed the little one!" There is awe among the crowd. Before the excitement turns into a stampede, the door man booms,
"Line up! Queue up in order, now!"

The crowd shuffles into a line. Some run to the front. Line cutting seems to be very prevalent here.