One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Maya ventured into the forest to gather herbs for her grandmother. As she made her way through the dense underbrush, she stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a young man, unconscious and badly injured, lying at the edge of a small clearing. The boy's handsome features and powerful build were immediately apparent, even in his dire state.
Maya's heart skipped a beat as she knelt beside him. She carefully examined his wounds, realizing he was in desperate need of medical attention. With a sense of urgency, Maya decided to help him. She gently lifted him onto a makeshift stretcher crafted from sturdy branches and soft leaves, using all her strength to carry him back to her village.
Upon reaching her home, Maya called out to her grandmother, who quickly assessed the situation. The elderly woman, with her years of wisdom and knowledge of traditional medicine, knew exactly what to do. Together, they laid the young man on a bed and began treating his injuries with care and precision.
For days, the young man, Alex, remained unconscious, drifting in and out of a fevered sleep. Maya and her grandmother tended to him tirelessly, changing his bandages, applying herbal poultices, and ensuring he was comfortable. Maya found herself often sitting by his side, watching over him, her thoughts filled with curiosity about who he was and how he had come to be so grievously wounded.
As the days turned into weeks, Alex's condition slowly improved. His wounds began to heal, and the fever subsided. Maya and her grandmother's dedication was unwavering, their kindness and care ensuring Alex would recover fully.
One bright morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, Alex stirred and opened his eyes. Disoriented and weak, he struggled to sit up, only to be gently pushed back onto the bed by Maya.
"Rest," she said softly, her voice soothing. "You are safe here. My grandmother and I have been taking care of you."
Alex looked at her, gratitude and confusion mingling in his gaze. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"I am Maya, and this is my grandmother's home. We found you in the forest, injured and unconscious. You're in our village now."
Alex took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Maya. I owe you my life."
Maya smiled warmly, her eyes filled with kindness. "There's no need to thank me. I'm just glad we could help you."
With that the part is end