<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/JohnnyJacobson.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/CeCe.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Johnny Jacobson (NPC) & CeCe (NPC)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 15th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading for Jones Mercantile<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Johnny had been the first of the two of them to witness the scene. CeCe was looking in a window as they passed before she turned her head toward the sound of another calling out toward Johnny. Naturally she thought it was him she wanted and not her, as she was just a worker on the farm and not worth much notice from most folk. When the Whateley girl waved them over, CeCe looked at him and moved on ahead at a quicker pace. It was apparent someone was hurt and from the state of how others were reacting, it was pretty serious. Now mind you, Miss CeCe was no doctor but she knew how to birth a child and tend to wounds on the farm. Part of her upbringing as a child had her moving back and forth between her tribe and the white folk. She had learned a good many thing about the plants and such of the world that could help soothe burns and aches, and even cure some of the more serious fevers. Some people in town might have called her a witch doctor or some sort of "injun healer" but she was neither really. She was just resourceful and had common sense a few folks in that town, and mostly out of town, lacked.<br/><br/><em>"Oy!  Oy! We cou'd use yer help'ere!</em><br/><br/>The two of them moved in closer and shifted through the crowd of children to get to the injured boy. CeCe frowned at seeing the injury and looked to the girl who many had told her before was the new owner of Jones Mercantile. She stood off to the side then and looked at his arm then back to Jaelyn waiting to see what the lady was going to do for the kid.  Johnny was busy looking at Ginny for a long while as he stood there waiting on orders before he finally cleared his throat, took off his hat, and pushed his hands through his hair. It was a nervous gesture to be sure and a dead giveaway that he had been distracted from the task at hand. Purdy girls usually did that to him and he was surrounded by 'em. Couldn't blame the simple man for staring the way he did.<br/><br/><strong>"What can I do fer ya missus? Need some help there with that youngin'? I can carry 'im over to a table or bed or some such if'n ya have one."</strong><br/><br/><br/>