Having received praise and encouragement, Rosalind Green's eyes grew brighter, and her spirits instantly lifted. She was no longer afraid of the pool of blood on the ground and even felt a hint of regret. 'I should have swung harder just now,' she thought. 'Wouldn't that have been a bigger deterrent?'
"Hiss…"
The old man groaned, a hand on his lower back. The hoodlum had pushed him, and he'd fallen and hurt his back.
"Are you all right? Let me help you back to lie down," Rosalind Green said, looking at the old man with concern.
"I'm fine. I just need to lie down for a bit. I'll go back to my room now."
The old man limped away. He figured he'd just have Adrian Hawthorne give him a therapeutic massage when he returned.
