Wanting a Work Permet

One by one she printed his fingers onto the paper. "All done. You can wash your hands out in the sink there." She said pointing to the sink on the othere side of the room.

He walked slowly to the otherside of the room an washed his hands. A small stream of bloo trickled from his leather jacket. It was a reopened wound from a time his father bashed him in the shoulder with a dinner plate. He din't notice and sat back down.

Stefany on the other hand had nocied. "Your bleeding." She said soberly she was worried he was infected. "How did you get hurt?"

"Who knows I'm very pronged to get myself hurt." He said with a slight laugh. He took off his jacket to expose the wound. He had a white undershirt on.

"Its not a bite is it?" She asked as she put down her papers and wheeled over a cart with equitment on it.

"I don't belive so ma'am." He said with a stone face. He refused to show any weakness.

"Have you been outside of the city wall? or come into contact with the infected?" She asked and she looked over the would it looked to be just a cut but she needed to make sure.

"I only remember that I crashed into the wall of the city. I never saw one of those zombie thingys." Armada said looking at her innocently.

"The tissue around the wound looks healthy dosn't seem to be any signs of infection." She said examinging the would. "It looks like its been reopened. This must have happened a while ago. How long have you been in the city?"

"I don't know exactly, I was out a few days from the crash, but I have been here under 72 hours since leaving the hospital." Armada sai looking at the wound.

She nodded, "Well thats good, if your were infected it would have show already. I'll just stich you up and you'll be ok." She said picking up some disinfectent spray and put it on his would. "Sorry that may sting." she said as she put on some gloves.

As she started to stitch more bruises, old cuts and scars on his back. He could tell that see coul see them. His eyes squited, but he tried to keep his stone face.

"I know how you feel." She said trying to be gental with the stiching. "When i was younger i used to get sick every time they took blood from me. really groused me out." It wasn't her right for her to ask him about all thouse scares and bruses as long as he wasn't infected she didn't have to ask.

"I've been through worse." He said surprised at the lady that was before him, he thught she was alright...for an adult of course. He actually gave a small smile out.

She smiled, "there all done good as new." She said putting some bandages around the wound.

"Thanks..." He said looking at his feet.

"Alright," She said takeing off the gloves. She grabbed the file and wrote down a short not. "Take this to the nures at the front desk and she well give you your perment."

"Right...thank you...and goodbye." Armaa did as she instructed. He held his permit to him closly an put in his his pocket with happy glee.

She waved good-bye to him and headed back to her office.