--and arrived in the fourth floor of St. Mungo's for spell damage.

"I need some help over here!" he yelled, struggling to keep the women upright on each arm, waiting for a healer to come up and help.

Jaydev had visited St. Mungo's for the first time just yesterday, getting familiar with the new environment.  He was now glad he did.

Obderedria hadn't objected to the travel, probably because her mind didn't register it. This was like one of those dreams you were suppose to have, like showing up to school forgetting to wear clothes. Obderedria had never had this dream but the incongruity of her surroundings made her feel alienated in a dream state.

The instructions before the apparation where barely heard. Obderedria managed to hold tight and shut her eyes, trying to make sense of things, but forgot to hold her breath in the moment her body became as fluid and twisted as her battered brain.

She didn't know where they had gone but then she wasn't knowing much at the moment. She started coughing, air desperately trying to get into her lungs. The prolonged cough gave way to new nausea, she could feel the bile rising -- no no no! Obderedria never liked upchucking, it was such a horrible feeling.

The cough was suppressed a little. Obderedria opened her eyes to see where she was. Across her rescuer her mother was still in a slumped form, her business blouse as disheveled as Oberedria's school uniform. And under her jacket -- crimson, a red blotch spreading out across her abdomen from her ribs.

"She's bleeding!! Mum!! MUM!!"

It had been a hectic day already, and Simon was badly in need of a nap, or more coffee, or both. He'd been heading down the hall to his next patient when a group of people appeared only a few feet  away, and one of them started yelling. Simon nearly dropped his clipboard. It wasn't exactly unusual for people to Appeariate directly into the 4th floor, but that didn't stop it from being surprising. He quickly woke himself up, though, and turned on his heel to face the group.

The boy didn't look like an Auror, though he was acting like one. The girl and woman...He saw the red stain, even as the girl shouted in panic. Stepping forward, he drew his wand, clipboard vanishing into his long robes.

"Please be calm," he instructed Drea, not unkindly, as he ran his wand over teh woman next to her - the tip of it glowing and changing color as it passed the stain and her face. "You're at St. Mungo's. She'll be fine." He noted the woman's vacant, dazed demeanor as he looked over to Jaydev, quickly trying to remember if they had an open room. Memory damage, if the spell's color was accurate.

"There's an empty room down the hall," he explained, nodding down the hall to his left. "Can all of you walk?"

Jaydev was relieved to see a healer take charge, nodding at the man politely.  He felt his lower back twinge in slight pain at the angle he was in, attempting to hold up two slack individuals.  Shifting his weight so the pressure would relent, he watched as the healer checked them just as he had done, though this was stronger, as was expected.

"Can all of you walk?" the healer said, prompting Jaydev to gather up his strength, biting through the aches, and became a better support for the women.  Nodding, Jay tested the waters, turning down the hall accordingly and moving with the victims carefully.  It was his job to not let them falter and their safety was his responsibility.

"I need to report this as soon as I am able.  I don't know what that man wanted, but it was a crime nonetheless, and he can't be let off." he said lowly, entering the empty room as quickly and carefully as possible.  It made him sick that a criminal like that got away.  If he had been there just a few seconds earlier, this might have turned out differently.

Obderedria was only focused on the seeping red like spilled sauce seeped through her mother's shirt. The words of the adults had become muffled again, she was only catching snippets of the exchange. There was the order to walk and something about a St. Mango. St. Mango? The most exulted mango of all? "What is fruit going to -- is this a hospital??"

The walls and floors were some shade of white and very clean. Like ice, as she was gliding along which was funny because she had never had good balance that half month when her mum had her in ice skating lessons.

"There was a crime?" she asked softly, another word coming through. "It didn't do it, that pear rolled off of the fruit stand on its own. I just rescued it from the gutter."

Simon led them down the hall to the empty room, opening the door so that Jaydev could help the woman through. He closed the door when they were through, and quickly made sure the woman was helped onto the bed, given the rate her blood was spreading.

"You saw what happened to them, then?" He asked, as he - with the quick and polite skill and decorum of someone used to doing this - opened and got the woman's shirt out the way, drawing his wand and starting to clean up the blood so he could get an accurate gauge of the wound itself. "I need to know anything you know - both of you," he said, looking at the girl. He'd moved the woman's shirt in a way that conserved her modesty, given the other man in the room.

Even with that said, he kept his tone calm and assuring. "Please remain calm, miss," he told Drea. "You'll both be just fine, I promise. Can you tell me your name, and your mother's name?"

Jaydev carefully set the bleeding woman on the bed and placed the young girl on a stool against the wall.  "No, I didn't see what happened, but I came upon the end of it." he said, shaking his head stiffly.  "As soon as I made my presence known, he panicked and cast fire to my direction, where he then ran from the scene."

He looked away graciously to give the woman privacy as her clothes were being removed to tend to her wounds.  Leaning against the far wall, he crossed his arms and waited.  Waited for whatever the women could remember about what happened.  He was just as curious as to what that man wanted when he attacked the woman and her daughter.

"My name?" Obderedria blinked rapidly, the room coming into focus as if her mind was retaining every detail. "O-Obderedria Pienas. My mother is Patricia Pienas."

Things were supposed to be okay. If this was a magical clinic, like the one at school Patricia should be healed quickly. Did magic healing work on muggles, um, non-magical mothers? Still, things should be okay.

But they weren't.

She was told to remain calm. If anything she became nervous and withdrawn, shrinking into herself with her arms crossed, each hand rubbing her opposite shoulder. Her eye level dropped a foot.

"B-b-but," she gulped. "Why are we here? What happened? I woke up in an alleyway but I don't -- why --"

“It’s nice to meet you, Obderedria,” Simon said, kindly and calmly. “My name is Simon. I’m going to d my best to help your mother, okay?”

He looked up at Zaydev. “Thank you,” he sad, when the man described what had happened. Simon took a few moments to ponder the wound on the woman’s side, and then he moved with the speed of a man who had these rooms and their contents memorized. He opened a cabinet and withdrew a potion vial, drew on a pair of gloves, and readied his wand.

“If what Mister…” He trailed off, looking at Zaydev with an eyebrow raised. “If what your rescuer says is correct, you appear to have been attacked, Miss Pienas. For what reason and to what end, we shall hopefully find out soon.” Simon’s tone was his neutral and reasonable one that he usually used when they had to restrain people.

He started carefully applying the potion to the woman’s wound, and her wound started to close.

Obderedria blinked. She could not believe it. "A-Ataccked? Who would attack us? Why? We're nobody! Mum's not magical, I'm barely magical -- I barely passed my finals -- and we haven't gone back to school shopping yet because mum's so busy just to make ends meet and we have barely any wizard money and I know she tells me it shouldn't be something I should worry about but I can't --"

A deluge of her fears were spill out of her mouth, emptying her head until she felt woozy, her eyelids starting to sag. The floor looked to be a comfortable spot to lie down, curled up tight. Her limbs went limp, then her knees buckled.

She began to teeter off balance.