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The nurse was relieved to see those bright blue eyes, even if it was briefly at first. Overheated, dehydrated and possibly in shock, the boy would probably survive, though whether he wished he hadn't by the end of it all... Harriet couldn't say. She was just looking about to see if someone could help her get the boy back into the offices when his raspy voice caught her attention (well everyone surroundings attention really).

Bending closer to listen to his words, the volume increase did not help. She spoke English, and having lived in Texas long enough to understand the importance of it had picked up a bit of Spanish. But whatever it was the boy was trying to tell her, Harriet had no clue.  Ruefully Harriet was shaking her head to say she could not help him when the boy seemed to realize his mistake. 

Smart little creature... To even in this horrible predicament know what was needed and adapt. 

A small frown tucked into the corners of her mouth as the story came out. Texas was an unforgiving place at times, and it seemed this boys family had met some ill fortune on their way here. Rocking back on her heels Harriet kept her firm grip on the boys wrist as he passed out again. It was probably for the best. 

The nurse watched as men crowded together, perhaps making some plan of action. There was nothing she could do there. She was no rough rider, no lawman. She could no more track down Indians or the boys family as she could break a bank safe or hit a target with her eyes shut. 

What she [i]could[/i] do was help the boy. Catching the eye of a bystander she finagled them into helping her carry the boy towards the offices so that she might tend to his ailments. A bath, some lotion on his burnt skin, plenty of water. Those were things Harriet could fix... The ache in his heart from what had happened? Well...After the war everyone seemed to have that ache. He would just learn to live with it.