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Sarah speedily gathered whatever things she needed from the first-aid cabinet and came back into the small room.
She set down the supplies and got down on her knees in front of Nickolai. Slowly she began probing his left leg below his kness, searching for the tender spot.
"Just tell me where it feels most tender..." she said as she concentrated on feeling for injuries.

Ever since her mom had passes Sarah had taken over all the responsibilities her mother had been burdened with. That included being a master of aid. Her mother always knew how to make someone feel better and heal any injury. Sarah wasn't near as amazing as her mom had been, but she knew she could do quite a nice patch-up job even though she was only eighteen.
She had even amused the though of moving away from her country-side home and to a big city to go to medical school and become a doctor who helped people everyday. But she always shooed away the though, since she knew her father and brother needed her here. They wouldn't survive without her, and she knew it, she always thought to herself stubbornly.

She continued to press tenderly against the pale skin of Nickolai's leg, waiting for him to tell her where the pain was worst.