Visit the physician.

It felt appropriate that I pay call to they who had taken to caring after my person, given my apparent ability to attract harm to myself.

After asking the way, I found their practice, perhaps a stone's throw away from the main street, and the Door jingled as I entered. Upon my right, a young Negro woman, mayhaps in her late teens, early twenties, with large bright eyes and long braided hair under her Cap greeted me with a smile. "Good afternoon Sir, how can we be of service to you?"

"You already have, Miss..." I replied with my own courteous smile, taking off my Hat.

"Elizabeth, Sir."

"Miss Elizabeth," I nodded. "My name is Devon McKay. I believe that the Physician's services had been required of me recently, and I wished to thank them personally." I lowered my head, as well as my tone. "And of course, the uh... matter of payment for said service."

A look of understanding came over her face and she nodded. "Ah. I see. Well, if you would take a seat for a moment," she said, motioning at a few serviceable Chairs by the Wall, "I'll inform you when they are ready to receive you and about the bill."

I nodded my thanks and turned to move when I suddenly stopped. Turning back to Ms. Elizabeth, I whispered to her, "Who is the physician, by the way?"

"Well... everyone calls them Dr. Jules."