The woes of being the poorest of the poor was sometimes quite disheartening when it came to things like medical expenses, something that is so vital to survival, medicine, but yet costs the children of this world an arm and a leg. Due to the living conditions of the Hajimeru family, a homeless settlement of twenty plus, who often sought refugee in the sewers and other open areas available to them, were often struck down with sickness and parasitic infections. Many of the clan had medical insight, some had to learn while living on the streets, some were trained professionals; nurses, assistants and such. Jinmei was taught some of this knowledge, which often helped him whenever he hurt himself, but he was at the mercy of the higher powers when he was stricken with a fever.
Nyusatsu was one of Jinmei's adoptive mothers, a kind a gentle woman who was thrown from her family home at a young age. She looked rough, skin was wrinkled and tired, her eyes were blackened with a deep depression but her smile was convicted and true. Nyusatsu's teeth were still quite white, a no sugar 'diet', was something that protected her teeth quite a lot. She wore rags, much the same as Jinmei's, and held onto his hand as they walked into the clinic. She had a satchel over her shoulder that contained canned goods, some empty some food, but all either bought or given to her by kind-heartened people - never stolen, a clan rule. Often though the generosity of others makes one feel desperate and needy, although they were never in a position to argue their proudness.
The two walked into the Clinic, Jinmei approached the desk that might as well been a mountain. Nyusatsu kept her head low, feeling anxious and uncomfortable due to her sickness and her surroundings. The young cub curbed his feet onto a crease design in the desk, grasped the edge of the counter and pulled himself up; his pudgy, rounded face greeting the clerk who didn't really know what to say. Although her expression was not judgemental, but more concerned for both dirty souls.
"Hiya, I'm Jinmei. Can we have help please?" Jinmei struggled to hold himself up, quickly letting go with one hand, grabbing some rusted coins from his pocket and sliding them onto the counter. The coins were barely enough to buy a can of pop let a lone recieve treatment but it was all they could afford. What would happen next would be up to the establishment.
Nyusatsu was one of Jinmei's adoptive mothers, a kind a gentle woman who was thrown from her family home at a young age. She looked rough, skin was wrinkled and tired, her eyes were blackened with a deep depression but her smile was convicted and true. Nyusatsu's teeth were still quite white, a no sugar 'diet', was something that protected her teeth quite a lot. She wore rags, much the same as Jinmei's, and held onto his hand as they walked into the clinic. She had a satchel over her shoulder that contained canned goods, some empty some food, but all either bought or given to her by kind-heartened people - never stolen, a clan rule. Often though the generosity of others makes one feel desperate and needy, although they were never in a position to argue their proudness.
The two walked into the Clinic, Jinmei approached the desk that might as well been a mountain. Nyusatsu kept her head low, feeling anxious and uncomfortable due to her sickness and her surroundings. The young cub curbed his feet onto a crease design in the desk, grasped the edge of the counter and pulled himself up; his pudgy, rounded face greeting the clerk who didn't really know what to say. Although her expression was not judgemental, but more concerned for both dirty souls.
"Hiya, I'm Jinmei. Can we have help please?" Jinmei struggled to hold himself up, quickly letting go with one hand, grabbing some rusted coins from his pocket and sliding them onto the counter. The coins were barely enough to buy a can of pop let a lone recieve treatment but it was all they could afford. What would happen next would be up to the establishment.