Bhuvi quickly carried Glara and took her to her private car. Bhuvi appeared to be careful in carrying Glara, while Glara winced, holding back pain in her ankle. "Where's the nearest clinic?" Bhuvi asked the head of the region.

"Let me take you there, Sir." The man quickly mounted his motorcycle and led the way.

Bhuvi tried to focus on driving, although she was worried about Glara's condition. "Sorry for troubling you, Bhuvi."

Bhuvi shook her head. "Sorry for not taking care of you."

"It's not your fault; I was just not careful earlier." Bhuvi remained silent. She then parked her car in the simple hospital parking lot.

Bhuvi carried...