Always, It's You

Chapter 2

Taehyung's POV:

I was sitting in the restaurant. It was quite late. There were not many customers inside.
I was waiting for my hamburger. I lost my luggage and everything within. I was not tensed up until now. But somehow anxiety was creeping slowly within my mind. Cause I am now looking at my phone.

It's broken. Ahhh! this vacation is fucked up. Just outside the restaurant, I crashed on a dude and my phone literally flew over to the street from my hand just to be run over by the cars there.

Gosh! Guess What they say not to look at the phone while walking is somehow true.
What do I do now? This phone was everything I was depending on. Moreover, the airport securities gonna call me in here. And the location? Map? Translator? Oh gosh!!!!

I seriously fucked up this time.
But what now? I was starving.

I was looking out of the window when the loud bang came out following a muffled cry.
I looked around, confused.

There was quite chaos afterward.

someone yelled at somebody, a painful cry, and some anxious voice, somebody telling someone to call an ambulance. I quite did not get what was going on so I approached the small crowd to see myself.

There was a little girl who fell on the tiled floor of the restroom and injured herself badly, she was crying. Her mother carried her in. I suddenly heard a voice breaking the chaos, "let me help, I am a doctor."

The crowd broke, the staff were getting back to their works giving space to the person.
I was still standing there. The person approached the girl, kneeled before her, talked in a slow, almost rhymed voice, trying to soothe her.

Then she examined her, she looked around, finding all the staff going back as the ambulance was on the way. Then she saw me, "you, sir, grab my bag please."

It was that girl from the metro.
I looked at her, confused.

"My bag, it's there, please, give that to me."

I thought did not understand her fast words, but I understood the words bag and please, so confusingly, I grabbed the bag she was indicating and brought it back to her.

She murmured a little thank you and searched her bag swiftly. She didn't find what she was looking for I bet. There was a disappointment on her face.
She looked up at me, and suddenly her face lit up a bit, "Sir, can you help me here, please?"

I didn't know what to do, but I knelt beside her.

"Here, so, she is having a dislocated shoulder," she told me, pointing her shoulder, god knows how come, but understanding my difficulties in English, speaking slowly for me to understand, "you, just grab her like this." She held my hands, placing them in the position she wants me to hold the girl. "I am going to relocate it, ok??" she gestured to me telling this.

"Good," I replied.

"Hold her tight, don't let go," she said. Then looking at the girl, she smiled reassuringly, "sweetie, it's nothing. You will feel a tap, and guess what??....TADA...your pain will be...whoosh!!!Ok????"

Her face was something to look at. It was lit with childish expressions and a pouting smile while talking to the little girl.
Before the child nodded, she pulled the shoulder with her two hands, the child cried out loudly and yes, the shoulder looked normal again.

The girl looked at me, "thank you, sir. She will be alright in no time."

I smiled unsurely. I waited until she told the mom what to do while making a sling for the child with her scarf. I carried the girl to the ambulance waiting outside and waited until it went off. I again came back inside.
My hamburger was on the table. I sat down. Jeez.....the phone!!! What would I do now??