Third Person POV,
"Do you think he'll be okay?" A teenage girl worriedly asked as she sat beside some passed out young man on the bed.
"Yeah, he should be, I think he's just tired," the old man who was checking the guy's pulse told her.
"Thanks, Grandpa," she thanked her grandfather while staring at the strange guy with a blue hair and strange-looking grey eyes, "I don't know what happened he was talking one minute, and the other he fainted," she added.
"Clara, I told you to stay away from the farm site," her grandfather scolded knowing fully well the dangers of being on the farm alone.
"I'm sorry grandpa, I just wanted to pick some apples," she apologized.
"That's okay honey, please don't do anything like that ever again," he said with a don't look in his eyes, "you know you're all your parents have," he added making the young girl nod her head at something she's heard almost her whole life.
