The day passed and the evening approached even before Arwen and Gianna could even realize it. The whole day was spent in a mess, from breakfast to lunch and then ultimately to the hospital —it came out as a good transition.

    "Wenna, are you upset with me?" 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 me, my suffering will only increase."

    "And who is responsible for all of this, Ms. Griffin," Arwen asked, raising a brow.

    Gianna immediately tapped herself and admitted. "Me," she said. "Of course, me. I am the one who is responsible. I should have listened to you and let others help me. 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 demeanor 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 punishment.

    Just a look at her like that could melt anyone''s heart and Arwen didn''t carry any special indifference. So, the moment 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?

    "They got not better things to watch. What can I do about it?" she said. "My legs are ruined and they are finding entertainment 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 immediately.

    "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 me, I will be better?"

    Arwen nodded again. "Yes, you just have to bear it for some time 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 come back soon." With that, she turned and walked to check.

    As she was walking towards the orthopaedics department, her steps halted for a moment when from the corner of her eyes, she caught a familiar figure at a distance.

    Delyth.

    She had taken her name in her mind, yet it felt like it was loud because the next moment she saw her turning to look straight at her.