The day passed and the evening approached even before Arwen and Gianna could even realize it. The whole day was spent in a ss, from breakfast to lunch and then ultimately to the hospital —it ca out as a good transition.
"Wenna, are you upset with ?" Gianna asked blinking her puppy eyes at her friend.
Arwen on the other hand narrowed her eyes at her. "What do you think? Should I not be?" Her eyes darted to look down at her and under her gaze like that, Gianna cowered back.
Shaking her head, she said, "You should be but please don't be." Sobbing, she added, "I am already like this, suffering from the pain. If you also get mad at , my suffering will only increase."
"And who is responsible for all of this, Ms. Griffin," Arwen asked, raising a brow.
Gianna imdiately tapped herself and admitted. "," she said. "Of course, . I am the one who is responsible. I should have listened to you and let others help . And later I should have been stubborn about going out. If I would have just listened to you, nothing of this would have happened."
"Good, that you know that," Arwen said, nodding before crossing her arms to look sideways, avoiding looking at her. But Gianna tugged on her arms, making her look back at her.
"Then are you still upset?" she asked.
The deanor that Gianna carried in the morning was long gone. Instead of it, now she looked like a little kid who was crying to escape her mother's punishnt.
Just a look at her like that could lt anyone's heart and Arwen didn't carry any special indifference. So, the mont she saw her like that, she couldn't keep her resolve anymore. This was her friend who had been there for her when even her parents weren't. How can she bear to be mad at her?
"I am not," Arwen said before bending down on her knees to get parallel height with Gianna. Reaching for her leg, she slowly caressed and asked, "Is it hurting too much?"
Gianna nodded. "It's hurting. But it feels better thinking that I am not alone in the pain. There is a queue of people ahead of ," she said, and at her words like that, Arwen couldn't help but purse her lips.
"Really, Anna?"
"No, I an …" Gianna trailed off before switching to the safe topic. "When is our turn coming? Isn't the queue a little too long?"
"The queue isn't too long, we just arrived more than fifteen minutes ago and before us, the doctor just had a few patients. Once he is done with them, it will be your turn to go in." Arwen said, shaking her head.
Gianna checked her watch. "Really? Has it only been fifteen minutes?" she asked, though she had already checked herself to confirm. "Then why does it already feel like more than an hour? Ah, Wenna, I think my ankles are ruined already. The pain is making feel the minutes as hours. What should I do?"
As she cried like that, people around them started looking at them weirdly. Arwen scanned the people around before pressing Gianna's hand. "It's fine, Anna. You will get better once the doctor checks on you," she said softly, almost under her breath.
But Gianna got no calm. It was like the pain in her ankle was turning her crazy. Shaking her head, she cried loudly, "No, no, Wenna, believe . The pain is killing . Although my legs aren't as important as you, I am not a dancer, but there is no way I would want to spend my life limping or sitting in a wheelchair. What should I do now? Will it be ruined forever?"
"Be a little quiet, Anna. People are looking at us." She said, muttering slowly.
Gianna looked around. And true to Arwen's words, people do were looking at them. But even so, she didn't mind their gazes. At the mont what made her insane was the pain shooting up from her ankle and the thought of the possibility of being disabled forever in the future.
"They got not better things to watch. What can I do about it?" she said. "My legs are ruined and they are finding entertainnt in my misery. They lost all their humanity today."
"Don't be overdramatic, Gianna," Arwen chided softly. "Your ankle hasn't been ruined. You just hurt it. Once the doctor checks it, it will be fine. Till then can you bear it, please?" she asked, and Gianna's gaze turned hopeful imdiately.
"It's not ruined?" she asked again to confirm. And when saw Arwen nodding to her, she shot for another confirmation. "Are you sure as long as the doctor checks on , I will be better?"
Arwen nodded again. "Yes, you just have to bear it for so ti and the pain will be gone. I am sure there is nothing serious."
"Fine, fine, if you are saying so, I will believe it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed it from anyone else." Gianna finally relented. "I will endure the pain until it's our turn. Can you go and check once how long will it take?"
Arwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry in the situation. She was dealing with a twenty-five-year-old, yet it felt like she was dealing with a five-year-old. Sighing, she nodded. "I will," she said. "You sit here without making any scene anymore, and I will go and check how long it will take. Is it okay?"
Gianna nodded, and Arwen stood up. "Fine, then I will co back soon." With that, she turned and walked to check.
As she was walking towards the orthopaedics departnt, her steps halted for a mont when from the corner of her eyes, she caught a familiar figure at a distance.
Delyth.
She had taken her na in her mind, yet it felt like it was loud because the next mont she saw her turning to look straight at her.
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