"Surname? And age?"

"Martorell. I'm sixteen." 

The woman frowns.  "Nessa... Mart-what?  D'you have documents?"

Probably this is the part where they find out she doesn't have a travel pass and torture her to death. 

There — isn't actually anything she can do about it, if they'll arrest her the moment they find out. She can't run, can't even really walk. She's still got a knife, and if they try to arrest her she should use it, but even if she's lucky enough to get a solid blow off before whoever she goes for can run away, even if it's enough to kill them before the priest arrives, it won't save her.

Her chest feels tight, which is stupid, it's not like she's actually been safe at any point. Her heart is trying to pound its way out of it, which is even stupider, someone might notice that. She keeps her breathing normal, that she can do.

If they're going to kill her no matter what then it's too late for anything she does to help. So — she should give her excuse, even though it's not a very good one, just in case it's somehow enough to save her.

"Martorell, ma'am. I dropped my travel pass running from a forest-beast. I'd've gone back for it, but..." Gesture at her broken leg.

A baffled look.  All these people do so many expressions.  "...Uh, write down your name and address and date and place of birth here.  And your parents' names down here.  Do you know your PESEL?"

Is she... expected to know her birthdate? Is that a thing around here? She could make something up, but it's also possible this is some sort of test to try to trick her into lying, especially since she's also asking her for a ... pessel... whatever that is.

Headshake. "No, ma'am. ...Uh, for the date of birth, do you just want the year? As far as I know we count up the same time as everyone else."

"Where are you from, child?  What are you doing here?"  She doesn't sound angry, but there's a lot of exasperated confusion in her voice.

(She is vividly picturing the sort of things they're probably going to do to her once they realize but that's not an excuse to not answer. (She hasn't made it that far from the crosses, she doesn't think, maybe they'll drag her to one of those.) 

"I'm from Sofrituró. I was going to the market in Dekarium."

"I've never heard of any such places!  Just write down what you can, I don't have time to deal with this.  Don't make anything up!"  She leaves Nessa with her pen and the piece of paper, which is divided into very straight and very neatly labeled rectangles for the different pieces of information (apparently a PESEL goes in 11 little squares) and disappears behind a closed door.  She raised her voice enough that people are staring a little.

It takes her a little while to figure out how to use the pen, but eventually she's able to fill out the form. Her name is Nessa Martorell. She lives in Sofrituró, at the house with the light brown shutters. (She doesn't know if there's any such house, but apparently she's made it far enough that no one else knows either.) She was born in 4696, also in Sofrituró. Her parents are Iridelia and Siweri. She leaves the other boxes blank.

The nurse comes back to call someone else into the office, takes the paper, shakes her head at it with a frown but doesn't say anything.  A few more people get called in, in unclear order.  It takes a couple of hours before it's Nessa's turn.

The nurse calls her in and watches, wondering how she's going to act about her supposedly broken leg when she has to walk somewhere.

She ends up kind of hopping on her non-broken leg, supporting herself heavily with the wall. (It's kind of humiliating, but all the other ideas she can think of are worse.)

Well that makes the nurse feel a little guilty, but it seems to be working well enough, and it'd just be awkward to start looking for crutches at this point.  She does hold the door open at least.

The doctor is a relatively young man with a cheerful sort of face.  "Good morning.  I have no idea what's going on with all this," he waves the piece of paper, "but first let's see if you've really got a broken leg.  Lie down over there," there's a high narrow bed with just a sheet on it.  "... You don't look very good, do you."   She's pretty grimy, to start with, and has a hungry and tired sort of look to her.  And her hand is bandaged rather badly.  Well, that'll have to wait its turn.

...That request feels incredibly suspicious. She will lie down as instructed but she's clinging to her rucksack.

He gives the rucksack a look but lets it be.  He cuts the string off the blanket contraption on her leg - with scissors, not a knife - then cuts through the blanket as well.  Feels at her leg, which of course hurts, but not nearly as much as if he was trying to hurt her.  "That's broken all right.  Ouch.  So, how did it happen?  And who wrapped it up like this?"  (Why do people keep doing these kinds of things instead of just asking him to come to a girl with a broken leg??)

"I was running away from a forest-monster but I tripped and fell." 

She... doesn't actually want to get the man who brought her here in trouble with the law, even though that's a really stupid way to feel. ...Although she doesn't know almost anything about him, so it's not like she could turn him in even if she wanted to. 

"The man who brought me here wrapped it up, but I don't know his name."

"Uh. You were alone in the forest and a stranger helped you and left you here?? I... suppose it's not like there was a better thing to do under the circumstances... but that sort of thing is not really supposed to happen!  Mrs Jadzia, can you ask if anyone saw who brought her?  Or if anyone knows her at all, for that matter?"

The nurse goes out to the waiting room, and comes back looking embarrassed.  "You've already seen everyone who was here before her, and nobody knows who she is. We could... go look for the people who are out, probably someone saw, but I'm not sure what we'd do with the information anyway?"

"Well, what are we supposed to do without it??"  There's a teenage girl in his office who appeared out of nowhere and probably has nowhere to sleep.

"Girl, I'll straighten your leg and put a cast on it," the government pays for him to do that no matter who shows up, "and look at whatever's going on with your hand, but you need to stay off the leg for two months and then come back to get the cast off.  So someone needs to come get you back home.  Do you know anyone's phone number?  A neighbor, the school or the police station?"  Somehow he gets the feeling the answer is no.

Two months is long enough that her lord's men will catch up to her no matter how bad a job they do at looking, unless they give up completely before they find her, and she doesn't think she made it far enough for them to give up completely. She's going to need to be on her way before that happens, somehow, not that she's going to get much of anywhere on this leg. Maybe she can find a wizard, a proper one, not like her mom, who can do a wizard-healing spell? That's probably safer than a priest, but that doesn't make it safe, but staying isn't safe either — none of that helps her with answering this man's questions, she can figure it out later.

The safe answer would be "yes" if she had any idea what a "phone number" was or how to make up one that sounded real, but she doesn't. She shakes her head.

"Do you know how to get back home, by train or by car or anything? 

--Do you not want to get back home?"

...Wow, the trap there isn't even trying to be subtle. "I know how to get home by... walking? That's how I got here in the first place. I was just planning on heading to the market in Dekarium and then going back home but I guess that might be a little harder now."

He could find someone with a car and a map who has the time to try to figure out what villages she could possibly be talking about with those strange names - he's an educated enough man to know you can't have anywhere that's legally named something that foreign-sounding, but of course if people are used to an old name they might keep using it even if their village has technically been renamed for some Soviet hero or another - but really none of that is his job.  There are other people whose job it is, to deal with confusing children far from home and likely not being cared for very well by their parents.  His job is to fix her leg, and her hand, and whatever else might be going on. 

"We'll figure something out.  I'm going to set your leg now - it's going to hurt but just for a moment, hold still, all right?"  He does that, then has the nurse clean up all the scratches and grime and put antibiotic salve on, because you really don't want any infection risk underneath a cast, then prepares a weird bandage with wet white stuff on it and wraps it around her leg from the foot to the thigh so many times and tells her not to move at all for an hour.

Oh, this is the part where they start hurting her—

—that was over way faster than she'd have guessed, she didn't even have time to think about whether to go for the knife. And it's stopped, and... it wasn't actually as bad as the worst things they did in school? So... maybe he just really sucks at hurting people, but maybe it actually was necessary for some sort of mysterious doctor reason.

If doctors take two months to do anything and can't even manage that without hurting people that definitely explains why people say they're useless, but given that even if she wanted to she couldn't just grovel in front of the priest until he healed her up to be a good little fucking Asmodean she'll take what she can get. 

Or maybe this is part of a setup where he tells her not to move for an hour and then it turns out breathing counts as moving and he punishes her for that, or something, it's hard to know one way or the other. She... is not actually feeling inclined to go maybe get herself tortured on purpose to prove a point.

She will be very very still just like he said and if it turns out that actually this is setting up for him to torture her she can always go for the knife later.

He doesn't seem inclined to punish her for breathing.  He does however contradict his own order after a while of writing things down: "All right, now show me your hand, what happened there?"  He can see it's bandaged, and about as grimy as the rest of her, which is not ideal.

...Or he's just doing the thing where you give someone two orders that contradict and then punish them for whichever one they break, and he's just... not very good at hurting people, or something. Probably it was stupid to think he could have been doing anything else.

...She feels so tired. Which is also stupid, she's been doing a lot less walking than she had been most days, it's just — she keeps waiting for the part where they torture her to death, and they keep dancing around getting closer to it but not quite getting all the way there, and it's not that she's looking forward to it, it's not that she wants it to happen any sooner, but as long as there's a chance she might live she has to keep going along with their stupid games like it has a chance of making a difference.

"I scraped it up when I was running away from the monster." It's not like he'll be able to tell when exactly it happened, and this way she doesn't have to come up with a separate excuse for why she was running through the woods.

(She doesn't move her hand.)