Emily made her way to the shelter of Elias Thatcher, the doctor of this settlement. She managed to get inside, without being stopped as she had already been introduced to the important people of this place to avoid unwarranted misunderstandings, because of her eyes.
The shelter was part clinic, part home, constructed from wood and salvaged medical equipment. Inside, it was cramped with makeshift beds and medical supplies, where patients waited for treatment.
Emily looked at each patient, looking for anyone bearing any resemblance to Phil. And she made only one person who fit the description. Because she was the only one, continuously bleeding from her nose, as she wiped the blood off with a handkerchief.
It was was a girl, about 17 years old, seated on a bed far away from every other patient.
