In a realm where supernatural forces collide, "The Pure Blood" unveils the extraordinary tale of Naomi, an unsuspecting human blessed with celestial magic. As she navigates a world teetering on the edge of chaos, her blood holds the key to power and...
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The Mystic Grill hummed with the usual lunchtime chatter as Naomi navigated the tables, balancing trays with practiced ease. Yet, her mind was elsewhere, concerned for Matt and his sister Vicki. The news of Vicki's mysterious attack had left her anxious, unable to shake the worry that clung to her like a shadow.
Between taking orders and delivering meals, Naomi stole glances at the clock, counting down the minutes until her first shift ended and she could check on the Donovan siblings. Matt had been adamant about her not coming to the hospital earlier, citing Vicki's need for rest, but Naomi couldn't ignore the pull of concern.
As the clock struck the end of her shift, Naomi swiftly made her way to the kitchen, requesting a quick break. She reached for her phone, fingers tapping out a message to Matt. "Hey, I'm finishing up at the Grill. I'll swing by the hospital with something for Vicki. Let me know if you need anything else."
A few minutes later, Matt's response buzzed in, "Thanks, Naomi. That would be great. Vicki's still asleep, and I could use company here."
With a sense of purpose, Naomi gathered a basket of Vicki's favorite snacks and a thermos of warm soup. She bid farewell to her coworkers, assuring them she'd be back for the evening shift. The autumn air was crisp as she stepped outside, the anticipation of seeing Matt and checking on Vicki driving her forward.
The hospital room was quiet when Naomi arrived, the soft hum of machines providing a steady backdrop. Vicki lay peacefully asleep, her face bearing faint signs of the ordeal she had faced the previous night. Matt, tired and relieved to see Naomi, greeted her with a tight smile.
"Hey," he whispered, "thanks for coming. She's been out for a while. The doctors said she'll be fine, but they want to keep her under observation."
Naomi nodded, setting the basket on a nearby table. "I brought some snacks and soup. Thought she might appreciate a familiar taste when she wakes up."
Matt's expression softened with gratitude. "You didn't have to do that, Naomi. But I appreciate it. Seriously."
They spent the next hour in quiet companionship, watching over Vicki and discussing the events that led to her hospitalization. Naomi's presence seemed to bring a sense of calm to the room, a warmth that went beyond the thermos of soup or the snacks she had brought.
