<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jim Firewood - Living room</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jim shook his head when the young man he had been examining lit a few cigarettes at once and left. Great, now he was going to have to deal with someone stinking up the house. Hopefully he didn't have that many smokes on him. <br/><br/>Shaking his head at the new girl's question, Jim sighed. "I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't". He motioned for her to sit down and sighed again. It had been a long and annoying day so far. "I have just met him, as well as you. And I don't think I have asked for your name, with all this mess".<br/><br/>While the man spoke, he started checking her burns. Some seemed to be pretty painful. <br/><br/>"Of course. Excuse me", Jim replied. He went to his medical bag and picked up a small jar of something, and the pain killers. Taking one for the bottle - they had to spare them until the next delivery - he placed it next to the girl and started working on the burns. "This is homemade, Jenny - the other girl in the house - helped me with it. It will relieve the burning sensation. I will leave this with you, so you can reaply when needed. Just keep the area clean and without any lotion other than this one, and try to wear clothing that stays away from the injured area until it gets better, all right?"<br/><br/>The man had a calm expression and a firm voice, and his interest in her seemed to go both ways. He was obviously a competent doctor, even though he was young, and it was clear he cared about all of the people in the house. "I believe you will find an empty room, if you wish to rest a little. Do you mind if I leave you alone for a few moments to check on my brother?"<br/><br/>Remembering she had just gotten to the house, the man added an explanation. "The other guy, the one with the fire extinguisher".</div>