You follow the folks who are carrying the stretcher with Reese's unconscious body on it. Three men and an older woman are moving quick but careful down the shaft. Sasha's run ahead to the clinic after telling them to bring him to Fleece. As you come closer behind them, you catch sight of Reese. He's sunburned and covered in dust and dried sweat. Caked with mud and dried blood. You see the drip-drip trail of blood that the stretcher has left on the rocky ground.
The clinic is located in a single-wide trailer that was dragged down the mine shaft a number of years ago. Fleece has set up here. She runs a clinic for all of The Irons, healing the sick, sometimes even working on preventative care. Of course, she sells "pain killers", and cooks up other stuff when she has the time or is low on jingle.
Sasha has already run up the three steps to the small porch, which serves as Fleece's "waiting room". She's pretty persnickety about cleanliness, tries to keep a sterile environment in her trailer. As the stretcher is brought up the steps, Sasha holds open the door for them, gesturing to bring Reese inside.
What do you do?