As I slowly regained consciousness, my vision remained blurred for a moment before finally clearing. My head throbbed as I tried to take in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, and my gaze wandered until it fell upon an old lady standing by a countertop, diligently preparing a concoction of herbs.
"I see you're awake," the old lady remarked, her voice gentle yet filled with wisdom.
Confused and curious, I questioned her, "Who are you? How did I end up here?"
With a warm smile, the old lady replied, "I found you passed out yesterday. You see, I live nearby and couldn't just leave you lying there."
Surprised, I asked, "How long have I been gone?"
"Only a day. You needed time to rest and recover," she reassured me.
Engaging in conversation, our dialogue began to flow:
"How can I ever repay you for your kindness?" I asked gratefully.
"There is no need for repayment, my child. Helping others in need is its own reward," the old lady responded reassuringly.