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Quickly Enoch went to the cellar to get all the equipment that could be used as medical devices. On his way back to the parlor he checked on Horace. Horace luckily had gotten through to Miss Avocet who after hearing what had happened immediately agreed to come as soon as she could. Fortunately, this problem was solved. At least if she arrived soon enough.

Then he made his way back into the parlor followed by the worried but still curious eyes of his younger siblings. They didn't like being forced to wait outside without being able to do anything to help their beloved headmistress.

As soon as he entered Emma and Olive looked at him questionably. He had been gone longer than they had expected. Enoch quickly apologized and explained what had happened. He moved over to Olive who was cradling a still shivering Miss Peregrine in her arms.

"Don't worry, Miss P. Miss Avocet will come and she will reset our loop. You don't need to worry, we have everything under control."

Of course, he could have imagined it but Miss Peregrine looked relieved. At least as relieved as a bird could look.

"Alright, now we need to clean those cuts." Enoch said trying to hide his nervousness. Of course he was constantly patching up his dolls but they were dead things. Whatever he did to them didn't hurt them. He could practice stitching and cutting without any consequences. But helping a living being that was still breathing and had a beating heart inside the chest was a totally different story. Every time his needle would pierce her flesh she would be in pain. He knew nothing about anesthetics and especially not how they affect birds.

"Maybe we can wait until Miss Avocet is here?" Olive asked insecurely sensing that Enoch was not totally sure what he was doing. "She will know how to help Miss Peregrine in the best possible way."

Emma looked at her angrily. "I think we just agreed on not wasting time"

"I know but-"

"But what?"

"We have no way of reducing the pain she is in. Cleaning and stitching the cuts will hurt especially without anesthetics." Olive expressed what Enoch was thinking as well.

Enoch nodded to show her that he knew what she was talking about.

"Maybe we don't have a choice" Emma answered. The blanket Miss P was wrapped in had already bright red tear stains on it. "She's still bleeding. She's losing too much blood."

Emma and Olive looked at Enoch as to ask him whether he was ready to start. He took a deep breath. Normally he would never express self-doubt to anyone else (except maybe to Miss Peregrine) but considering that there was more at stake than his ego he decided to make an exception.

"I am not a doctor, I cannot promise that I won't do any mistakes. Maybe we should go to the village. There has to be vet there. We could ask him."

"Enoch, first of all this will take time we don't have, secondly you have more experience than any vet could possible gather throughout his entire career and third of all this is too dangerous. What if something goes wrong with the villagers? This time Miss P is not able to just kill a troublesome police officer."

"I have a lot of experience on dead things, yes. To be honest, I have never patched up a living individual before. Miss P has tended to all injuries before. All I ever did was play Frankenstein with my personal monsters in the basement. I am sure no one wants her to end like Frankenstein's monster." Enoch answered a bit bitterly.

"Enoch, you can do it, I know that." Olive said encouragingly. Miss Peregrine had obviously gathered all of her strength and moved so that she could touch Enoch's arm with her good wing. Like a human would she was slightly moving her wing against his skin in a comforting motion. Enoch smiled at her. Her eyes seemed to say Don't be scared. I know you can do it, you are my boy after all! Don't worry about me, I've been through worse. This meant more to him than everything the other two could ever say to him. He just hoped he did interpret her actions correctly. Time to find out.