Fernando comes out from behind Hondo’s camper with Joanna behind him.
 
“What’s going on, Moro?”  He asks, surveying the scene, and sees the hurt girl with Moro. “Take her to Karl’s SUV and sit her on the (front) bumper, I’ll go get my med kit.”

Fernando arrives with his emergency medical kit, putting it on the bumper next to the girl. He takes some gauze from his kit and folds it up into a thicker pad. Taking the girl’s hand she was holding against her wound without touching any of her dripping blood, he nods at her before pulling her hand off head, putting the gauze in place and putting her hand onto the gauze to hold it into place.
 
Taking a roll of gauze tape, Fernando pulls some of the tape off the roll and tapes the gauze to the side of her head and gets the girl to let go of the gauze. He then looks at Chihiro, “Don’t ask questions until after the rescue work is done. Now step away from the area while we work here.”
 
“I don’t see why anybody should do anything for such sin-filled filth.” Maribelle lets out.
 
Fernando gets up and lets out a very long drawn out breathe before turning to her, “Sin filled? Bitch, you are not even a virgin like a lady of title like you should be with her virtue, you have none. We are rescuers and if it is the Lucifer himself needing help, if we are there we are to give it. Now do me the favor and go with Joanna and find Karl. He walked away from the camp and is in no condition to be walking on his own alone.”
 
“Oh, you dare to compare...*” Maribelle begins.
 
Fernando takes in a deep breath and yells at her at the top of his lungs with such force that the distortion of the sound waves ripples the image of the image light creates of things around her, at near 160 decibels it echoes from the mountains in the distance, “YOU DID NOT HEAR ME WOMAN?!!! #$@!ING LEAVE THE AREA BEFORE I FORGET HOW WHO I AM!”
 
The wind of his voice at her makes her hairdo unravel and creates a frizzy mess, but this was minor to what else happens. Everything within long range from the area has become quiet, even the birds have stopped tweeting and the crickets had stopped chirping. Maribelle stands there frozen in place, looking like she has aged 40 years from the experience. It is the silence after the dropping of the nuclear bomb.
 
Joanna steps up to her, takes her by the arm and pulls her away from the area, “Come on, we got to find Karl.”
 
Fernando lets out a sigh before turning to the girl, taking her by her arm and finding bruises, some newer than others, “You hurt anywhere?”
 
The girl shakes her head but flinches when he touches her on the side where her kidney would be. He looks at her in the eye and asks again, “Are you hurt anywhere?”
 
The girl nods.
 
“Where?” he asks.
 
She just points to areas on her body, mostly along the side of her back from her shoulder to the back of her thigh.
 
Fernando takes his flashlight and shines it into her eyes and watches their reaction. One appeared to be slow, if not normal but no reaction on the other.
 
“Moro, I do not care where you found her or why you brought her here. Nor do I not care about petty prejudices. This girl has a concussion and possible bruise on her kidney. We can give her medical care here or we can take her to the hospital. The choice is yours. Either way, eventually, you need to find her parents.” Fernando tells her.

“Moro, like I said, I do not care about petty prejudices. The same goes with stupid superstitions. But I made it your choice – what do you want done with the girl? The medical staff at the hospital will do as I need them to do, at least in this town’s facility. Or do you think we can deal with her injuries here. So you have a mouth feed and a person to take care off.  How you do this is on you, this is your responsibility. Not mine. But I’ll do what I can as needed. Now, what is your decision? Remember, we leave town tonight.” Fernando explains and asks.

“She can survive the trip. But she might become worst along the way. Blood in her urine, contusion on her brain, embolisms in parts of her body; any one of these can go from bad to worse if she is jostled about in what ride you put her in and even kill her. She needs time to rest, time we do not have. We take it slow on those highways, she may have change to heal. And to repeat myself for the third time, I do not care about petty prejudices or stupid superstitions. If you are not getting my point, get this – you see her as a black wing Haibane, I see her as a person with potential of doing good, great, bad and evil. She can be the next Adolf Hitler or the next Jesus Christ. But if you continue acknowledging the prejudices aimed at her, you are doing a disservice to everyone, especially to her and those like her.” Fernando tells Moro. He adds, “You forgot one thing: What does the girl think about being taken away? And what are you going to do about papers for her. Black wing Haibane or not, there are legal ramifications involved. I am not going to have anyone in this group arrested for kidnapping, and we are not going to be set up for kidnapping anyone.”

“Do not forget your other responsibilities. There is a meeting at 5PM (about 3 1/2 hours from now), General Jastrey will be there. Dinner is being made at a slow pace but it is being made. It should be ready to hand out when we leave. You bring more people into this group, they need to do a day’s work for the comforts of a warm shelter, food and a warm bed. Speaking of beds, they will need a sleeping bag at minimum, extra blankets, a few days change of clothes, a mess kit and a hygiene kit (soap, toothbrush, hairbrush, etc.) for everyone brought in.” Fernando tells her.