The doctor ignored Quentin's gaze and set to examining Noah. "Well," he said, after checking him, asking a few questions, and cleaning the back of his head. "The good news is that you're nose is not broken. The bad news is you have a mild concussion. You must take it easy and get some extra rest the coming two weeks. Also, for tonight, have someone wake you up in the middle of the night. If you don't wake up, or you're very confused, they must seek medical help immediately, you understand?"

Noah nodded, but stopped because it hurt. The doctor turned back to Quentin and handed him a small bottle with pills. That's for the pain. He can take up to three a day. That will be five shillings altogether."