One, two, three… She counts along in her head as she works on applying bright stickers to the child’s injury. The little girl before her sniffles, whispering her quiet apologies and being met with a patient smile.

“It’s okay, Ana,” Natasha says in a soothing voice. “Injuries like this happen all the time. Just remember to be more careful next time, okay?” She gives the young girl a loving pat on the head.

“O-okay, Miss Natasha…” Ana whispers with a small nod before joining her friends nearby. The three stand by the door, watching the front door with wide and curious eyes.

Getting up with a sigh, she takes note of the jingle above her door, a small smile crossing her lips as she sees the person before. “Hello and welcome to the clinic. What seems to be the problem, búsinka?”