Chapter 709 Fracture
The other person let out a startled cry and fell to the ground, scattering the items she was holding.
Mary stumbled a couple of steps before regaining her balance.
Upon closer inspection, she saw that the other person was a little girl. The girl was missing an arm, her clothes were tattered, and her face was marred with scars.
"Are you okay?" Mary's heart tightened at the sight, and she hurried to help the girl up.
But as soon as the girl moved, she cried out in pain. It was unclear where she was injured.
Mary didn't dare touch her again and instead asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at her remaining arm and said, "My arm hurts a lot."
When she had fallen, she had instinctively used her arm to brace herself, which resulted in a sharp pain.
Mary examined the girl's arm and saw a protrusion that clearly indicated a fracture.
She quickly called for an ambulance.
"Don't move. I've called an ambulance, and it'll be here soon." Mary said softly, trying to soothe the girl's distress.
The girl, with tears streaming down her face, looked at the scattered books on the ground. Seeing this, Mary helped gather them up into a pile.
When the ambulance arrived, Mary went along with the girl to the hospital, where the girl was immediately taken into surgery.
Mary stood to the side, holding the books, her brow furrowed with concern.
She checked the time; it had been over an hour.
But there was no way she could leave the girl now.
The girl's broken arm was her responsibility.
Less than an hour later, the girl was wheeled out, her fractured arm properly treated. Her face had been carefully cleaned, though a few scratches were still visible.
"How is she?" Mary asked the doctor.
The doctor briefly explained the girl's condition, noting that the fracture would take a long time to heal and that she wouldn't be able to use her arm during this period.
Mary's gaze softened with sympathy as she looked at the girl.
She paid the hospital fees and returned to the room, where the girl was still watching her.
Mary gave her a gentle smile and asked, "Do you know your family's phone number? Should I call your parents to come here?"
In times like these, it was best to have her parents around.
The girl's eyes suddenly reddened, and she said, "Please don't call them, miss. Please don't."
Seeing this, Mary quickly nodded. "Okay, I won't call them. What's your name?"
The girl replied in a trembling voice, "Nora Everly."
Mary nodded. "Nora, nice to meet you. I'm Mary. Since you don't want your parents here, I'll take care of you until your arm heals."
Nora shook her head. "I can't. I have to go to school, and I need to work."
Mary's expression turned serious. "But your arm is broken. You can't go to school. I'll talk to your teachers. You also can't work. Your arm can't do anything right now. The only thing you need to do is rest and heal. Don't worry about anything else."
Nora was only 16, but she was extremely thin and frail, and she had to work. With only one arm, it was clear how tough her life was.
Nora still looked anxious but didn't say anything more.
Mary said, "You rest now. I'll arrange for a caregiver to be with you 24/7. I'll also come by every day."
Nora nodded slightly.
Mary left the room, and just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Matthew.
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