There was always work to be done at the clinic, especially since Temperance took on all of the responsibilities it entailed. Between maintaining the apothecary and the clinic, Temperance spent most of her day tending to one of her many tasks. Rarely did she ever leave the clinic, only on the rare occasions where she made a house visit. Fortunately, it was not one of those rare occasions. She was huddled over the counter in the apothecary portion of the building, meticulously labeling the new shipment of ingredients. The sounds of the clinic doors opening in the adjacent room immediately caught her attention. Always alert, she was already making her way towards the clinic entrance when she heard a man call out, she hastened when she detected the panic in his voice.

Temperance emerged through the side doors of the entrance only seconds later. Her hair was pulled back in a disheveled bun, strands of her honeyed tresses escaped the pins that held it together. The gown she wore was simple in a dark shade of grey, with a crisp white apron over it. Before a word could even escape her mouth, Temperance’s gaze was already scanning over the young girl in an initial assessment. There was little that she could glean based on appearances alone, the girl’s ailment wasn’t superficial. Immediately her mind came up with possible diagnoses.

“What is wrong with her?” she asked plainly, her tone unwavering as she retrieved a wooden wheelchair that was located at the opposite wall. Without knowing what was wrong it was best not to risk the short walk into the patient area. Parking the chair before them she locked it into place. “Here, let’s get her into the chair.” She silently offered assistance by hovering over the pair with her hands reaching out, readying herself to ease the girl into the chair.