Veins of Elysium: The Ruined Soul

Chapter~9 | Sprained Wrist

BAANI'S P.O.V

"Hello, yes nanu, I'm on the way. I'll be home in half an hour, don't worr.... Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," I said, grabbing the hands of the lady I accidentally bumped into as I pushed the door open to leave the bakery. Luckily, there was a sidewalk table beside her, so she instinctively held on to it to stop herself from falling. I quickly asked her, "I'm really sorry, ma'am. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Finally, I saw her face, and wow, she was stunning! She looked at me and, though she seemed a bit shocked at first, quickly composed herself and gave me a gentle smile. "I'm fine, dear, and you don't need to say sorry. It was my mistake that we bumped into each other, so don't worry."

"It wasn't just your mistake. I need to take some blame too. I was so caught up in my conversation that I didn't see you coming in the door. So, I'm genuinely sorry."

"Oh, dear, stop apologizing. It's okay, and see, I'm not hurt, so no need to worry," she said, gently placing her hand on my shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze as if to assure me I wasn't at fault. For some reason, it made me happy. Maybe her aura was very light, and she was one of those people who don't drain my energy! I shook my head and chuckled, "Ma'am, please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you can lie. I can see you got hurt just by looking at your face, so stop lying and tell me where you're hurt."

I moved a little closer to her and started looking for any signs of bruises or scars. To my surprise, she started laughing lightly. "You know, you're like my elder son. He always says I'm bad at lying and can't hide my emotions-they're written all over my face."

I have to say, she had everything beautiful-her face, her voice, and now her laugh. It was all captivating.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I sprained my wrist, but it's not hurting that much. I'll go home and take care of it myself, so don't worry, dear!"

"What do you mean, don't worry?" I took her hand and saw her wrist. There was a big blue mark, and she was saying it wasn't that bad. "See, it's a big bruise," I said, lightly scolding her. "Wait here; I have a sprain spray in my car. I'll get it."

I saw her trying to stop me, but I didn't listen. I ran to my parked car, grabbed the spray, and hurried back to the bakery. I saw her sitting on a chair by the sidewalk table. "Come on, let's go inside. It's too hot out here."

I took her hand and led her to one of the tables inside the bakery. I gently let her sit down, and she just kept smiling the whole time. I don't know why. I went to the counter and asked the staff for some ice cubes. Within seconds, they brought me a glass with about five or six ice cubes. I smiled and thanked them, then went back to the lady.

I set the glass on the table and sat down next to her. I placed her wrist on the table and gently rubbed an ice cube on the bruise. She hissed in pain a little, and instinctively, I started blowing air from my mouth to try and help. I didn't really know what I was doing!

After a while, I wiped the water off her wrist with a napkin that was on the table, sprayed the bruise, and tied my cotton handkerchief around her wrist. I looked at her face, and to my surprise, she was still smiling.

Finally, after my little medical treatment, she spoke, "You know, you're really a big-hearted girl-kind, beautiful, and caring. God bless you, dear."

Her words touched me deeply. It wasn't just the compliment but the warmth and sincerity in her voice that made me feel a real connection with her. In that brief moment, I felt like I had truly made a difference in someone's day, and that feeling was incredibly fulfilling.

My eyes got all teary, and I just stood there, completely at a loss for words, managing to muster a small smile. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my grandpa, worried and asking where I was and if I was okay. Without thinking, I replied, "I'm fine, don't worry nanu , I'll explain everything when I get home, byee," and quickly ended the call.