With the boy between herself and a passerby  Harriet was half way up the steps to the infirmary when a rather fancy looking woman and her companion approached. The brunette smiled politely at the two though she wanted to keep moving and get the boy indoors.

“The boy appeared in the square a few minutes ago, apparently there was trouble with his family’s caravan…” Harriet nodded towards the direction the boy had come, then lowering her voice even further in case the boy woke and would find her words disturbing “Indians attacked…” 

Shaking her head at the tragedy of it all Harriet adjusted her grip about the young boys waist and nodded to her companion, hoping to resume her way into the infirmary. “It looks like some folk are going to go out and see if there are any survivors…” The nurse’s dark expression implied her expectation that there would be none.  “I suppose if you’re wishing to help you could bring back the bodies…” If there were any… “ for a proper burial…I’ve got this young man well in hand. He’s not hurt just sun sick.” 

Realizing this might be rude Harriet added “Of course if you prefer you could come into the infirmary with me…” The woman’s dress made Harriet think that she wasn’t used to physical work, or messy work, both of which was nursing. Still she had approached seemingly out of the good of her heart to help. 

With that said Harriet had the boy inside her office and laid out on one of the tables, careful to rest his body down gently. The first thing she did was untie her bonnet, hang it on the hook by the door and wash her hands. 

These tasks completed Harriet dampened a rag and started to wash the dust from his face, neck and chest, careful to examine every inch for further injuries she may have initially over looked. The look on the nurse’s face was that of tender consternation as she worked.