"Please!" Nezumi cried, "I'll pay you anything! I'll work for it! Please save him!"
The doctor sighed. This boy wouldn't go away.
"I'm sorry. I don't want any trouble here. If the city is looking for him I can't risk them finding him here. Go take your troubles somewhere else." Then he slammed the door in the boys face.
Nezumi stood, ridged. Where else was he supposed to go? It was the same everywhere. The boy in his arms was growing paler as his bandage grew redder. He gritted his teeth and racked his brains. He couldn't make contact with his allies. That would make things to complicated. Where else was there? Think!
"Nezumi?" the boy in his arms whispered, "where are we?"
Nezumi was a little worried by how week the boys voice sounded, but he tried not to show it.
"West district. Don't worry; I'm going to find you a doctor." Nezumi said firmly, "you're not going to die. Not on my watch."
"Nezumi," the boy breathed, "did we find it?"
"Yes," Nezumi said, "yes we did."
"That's good" the boy sighed, "that's good." Then his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
'Don't worry, 'Nezumi thought, 'I'm not going to let you die Sion.'