Nearly Free Clinic

"Ideally, I need this guy back in the clinic. Since that's not happening... uh, painkillers, antiseptic, more surgical thread and a pay rise. You got any medical knowledge or experience?" The gnome doesn't even look up, keeping at his work at patching the grimacing Kalish's injuries- the alien has been hit in the head, an energy blast taking their right eye.

Most of the people from the clinic have either fled or are sheltering inside it, but there's a few other injured people hiding and taking shelter in the road nearby. A human ganger, barely out of his teens, is crouched behind an A-board sign for a café, not too far from the alleyway. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a purple shirt and yellow scarf, though he's using the scarf as a crude tourniquet on his arm. He probably could get out of there on his own, and he's got a gun too- a pistol with a magazine in the grip that loads into a two-chambered cylinder to feed bullets into the barrel.

A small girl, six or seven by the looks, is sobbing quietly in the middle of the road, her mother slumped over her. The mother lives, but has been shot through the leg, and can't move on her own. The child won't leave her mother.