Peter followed Serhan to his office, coy and cautious, minding his manners as he walked. He had been raised to be very respectful around adults, and was very diligent when it came to following their instructions. He had been in several doctors offices and hospitals in the city, due to his asthma, but he had never been back in Serhan's office. Usually Wilhelm got his own medicine, or he was sent to fetch it from Dasia or Serhan when it was all wrapped up and ready.

When Serhan asked if Wilhelm could walk in to have his injuries looked at, Peter pondered this.
"Well, he was able to walk all the way back to the store- Hey!" he was interupted as Azel jumped onto his head, startling the boy so much that he stumbled back, flailing his arms about before landing on his rump, his hat knocked off.

Dazed and sore, Peter sat up, gently taking Azel off his head, wincing at the tiny claws that hooked into his scalp.
"O-Ow... Azel... S-Sorry, Serhan. H-Here he is." he stammered, getting to his feet and giving the small weasel back to the doctor.
"A-Anyways, I-I'll go see Uncle Wilhelm and tell him to come here. Bye!" he yelped, dashing out the door and out of the clinic before he could be pounced upon once more.

He ran back to the store, catching his breath in the door frame, before walking up to his slumbering uncle, shaking his shoulder gently to wake him.
"Uncle Wilhelm! Uncle Wilhelm! Serhan said you should go see him to get your bruise iced! Uncle Wilhelm! You better hurry, or it'll scar..." he called. At the possibility of his beautiful face being blemished, albeit temporarily, Wilhelm shot up like a rocket. Without saying a word to his nephew, he was out the door with blinding speed, racing to the place where Peter had just come from.

He jumped over Yue, and scrambled into Serhan's office, plopping himself into the stool and looking up at him like an expectant puppy.
"I'm here! Hurry! Make it go away! I don't like my face being ugly!" he whined, pointing to his cheek with faux tears in his eyes.