The vendor's instructions in mind, I set to see Dr. Baltimore, trying not to sustain any more injuries on the way. 

I wondered how nice the man was, especially since I'd be seeing him quite often. Might as well get to know him. 

True to his words, there was a young girl selling flowers and I wondered if I should get some but then I paused. 

Should I approach, Dr. Baltimore, looking like this? 

God, it'd probably look like I was going rob him of all belongings.

So, first I stopped at a nearby tailor shop and let them take the gold lining and rhinestones in exchange for some money that I didn't need and a pass to use their changing room. 

I looked normal now with a simple white billowed shirt and a blue vest in replacement of the yellowed one. 

I also scored a pair of nice black heeled boots. The female tailor said they were a gift for her son but he didn't visit her anymore so she had no reason to kept them. 

We put a patch on the stab wound that would last until I received proper medical attention from Dr. Baltimore.  

I smiled, thanking her before finally getting back on track, my horse, Maiden, by my side. 

The Doctor's building wasn't too big, I assumed that people didn't get this serious of injuries often. 

I was getting some looks from the townspeople as I walked with Maiden. Not many people owned horses in this part of town. 

I knocked on the door, feeling worried when it creaked open, "Hello?" 

A man in his early thirties popped out from behind a bookshelf, "Oh, hello!" 

I walked forward cautiously, motioning for Maiden to stay. "Are you Dr.Baltimore?" 

He stepped out, dusting off a bed, "That's me! Have a seat."

Closing the door behind me, I hopped onto the bed, banging my head against the wall in the process. I was kinda proud that I didn't flinch.

"What's your problem?" He inquired, sitting on a chair in front of me. 

I unbuttoned my vest and lifted my shirt just enough to show the wound. 

He clicked his tongue, standing, "No bother hiding your body from, I have to see it anyways." 

I squirmed, " I really don't think it's necessary." 

He grabbed the sleeves of my shirt, beginning to pull it off, "Nonsense! Please refrain from squirming." 

"What the hell is going on?" 

I turned my head to see a boy my age at the doorway. 

I realized how wrong this may look as Dr. Baltimore was between my legs, hands up my shirt while my hands lay on his chest. 

Dr. Baltimore didn't seem panicked as he smiled, "Welcome back!" 

He looked down at me, "That's my son, Gene." 

I waved nervously, "Hello, I'm Elijah." 

"And why is my dad trying to force your shirt off of you?" 

I was going to reply but Dr. Baltimore decided that while I was distracted to pull my shirt. 

Silence greeted me afterward as they both stared at my scarred, bruised body.

This will be fun explaining.