Max still had no idea who the woman was, and through his blurry vision, he couldn't really make out her face clearly either.
But right now, that didn't matter. He was hurt, and he needed help fast. So, letting her guide him, Max found himself being half-dragged to a small local clinic.
Given the late hour, it wasn't particularly busy, which was exactly what he needed. Plus, there was another bonus he hadn't expected.
"Uncle Larry!" Cindy shouted as she pushed open the front door.
The place was crammed at the front with shop supplies, over-the-counter meds, cough drops, ointments, while the prescription counter sat near the back. Beyond that, there was a small private medical room, meant for quick examinations and minor treatments. If something serious came up, they'd just send you straight to the main hospital.
