Daniella sprinted into the terminal in a way that people around thought that she was being chased by something they couldn't see but only she could see.

She kept darting her eyes around as she ran, not paying heed to the security man running after her advice to slow down.

“Ouch!” she suddenly yelped out, bending in two and holding her right leg.

She'd just tripped on her foot.

“The reason I urged you to stop running, Miss,” the security guard enunciated, catching up with her and holding her to steady herself.

Daniella spared him a grateful look and started walking lamely, holding the man’s hand tightly for support.

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