Herbert Medical And Technology
The hallway of Herbert Technology buzzed with quiet chatter, footsteps, and the soft hum of machines-yet Savannah felt none of it. She walked with steady steps, the echo of her heels clicking against the polished floor as curious eyes followed her every move. Since the meeting earlier, whispers had begun to spread like wildfire through the company.
She's the Chairman's wife. But she didn't care. She neither acknowledged the stares nor the silent awe. Her mind was elsewhere, still echoing with the cold silence between her and Blaze, still heavy with the weight of everything she had endured. She looked ahead, her face unreadable, like a fortress no one could climb.
As she made her way down the corridor, a slow shuffle of feet from the opposite direction caught her attention. An elderly woman, frail and weary, clutched a small container wrapped in cloth. Her gray hair was loosely tied up, and her lined face was cast downward as she concentrated on her steps.
Then it happened.
The old woman stumbled, her knees giving way beneath her delicate frame.
Before anyone could react, Savannah sprang into action, catching her just in time. "Ma'am! Are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she held the woman steady, preventing her from collapsing.
The woman gripped Savannah's arm tightly, struggling to find her voice. Savannah's heart ached. She could feel the woman's frailty, how light and fragile she was in her embrace.
"Come on," Savannah said softly, her tone both gentle and reassuring. "Let's get you seated."
With care and patience, she guided the elderly woman to a nearby lounge area, helping her settle into one of the cushioned chairs. Other employees slowed their pace, whispering in disbelief at the sight of her—the usually icy surgeon, the chairman's wife—kneeling beside an old woman with such compassion.
"You okay?" Savannah asked again, crouching down to meet the woman's gaze.
"Yes," the old woman finally replied, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm fine, thank you."
But Savannah wasn't convinced. Her keen eyes caught the way the woman clutched her left knee, wincing slightly. "Does your knee hurt?"
The old woman offered a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, which were shadowed with pain. "It has for a couple of years now."
Savannah felt a pang in her heart. "Can I take a look?"
The woman hesitated, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.
"I'm a surgeon," Savannah reassured her, flashing her warmest smile.
Slowly, the woman nodded.
Savannah crouched lower and carefully rolled up the fabric above the knee, examining it with a practiced gaze. As she did, she noticed something else—the woman's foot was bleeding. A small cut had opened near the ankle, likely from the fall.
"You're bleeding," Savannah said softly.
"Oh," the woman blinked, clearly surprised.
Without a moment's pause, Savannah slipped her purse off her shoulder and rummaged through it. A few seconds later, she pulled out a small bandage. "Let me clean and cover that for you," she said gently, wiping the wound with a tissue before placing the band-aid over it with care.
Once she finished, she looked up and smiled. "There you go."
The woman returned the smile, her gratitude shining through.
"Just wait here, okay? I'll be right back."
Savannah stood and walked purposefully down the hall, disappearing into the nearby breakroom. A few employees glanced her way, eyebrows raised in surprise. Five minutes later, she returned, holding a small paper carton of milk.
"Here," Savannah said, settling back down beside the woman. "This has calcium. It's good for your bones. You really need it."
The woman blinked in surprise but accepted the carton. "Thank you, sweetheart."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Savannah broke it again.
"Have you ever seen a doctor about your knees?"
The woman shook her head, gazing off into the distance. "No. It's just part of getting old, I suppose."
"No, it's not," Savannah said firmly, her brows furrowing together. "You're in pain. You shouldn't have to go through this alone."
"I'll be fine," the woman replied softly.
Savannah wasn't convinced.
"I'm going to set up an appointment for you. Please, come by the hospital tomorrow, okay?"
"Oh, sweetie, that's too generous—but I'm really alright—"
"Do you have a son?" Savannah asked suddenly, her tone softening, almost hesitant.
The old woman blinked, taken aback. The question seemed to strike a chord she hadn't anticipated. She glanced down at the floor, her hands gripping the milk carton tightly.
"I... had one," she said quietly. "He's gone now."
A heavy silence hung between them.
"I'm so sorry," Savannah murmured, her voice shaking.
The woman managed a small smile. "It's okay. But I do have a grandson."
A genuine smile brightened her face at the thought of him.
"You must adore him," Savannah said, warmth creeping back into her voice.
"More than anything," the old lady whispered.
"How old is he?"
"Thirty-one."
Savannah frowned slightly. Old enough to help you, she thought.
"Is he married?"
"No," the woman chuckled softly.
"Then do it for him," Savannah said, turning to face her more fully. "He wouldn't want to see you like this. I know you're putting on a brave face, but I've seen pain enough to recognize it. What if it gets worse? What if one day, it's too late, and he finds out and blames himself for not noticing?"
Tears began to well up in the old woman's eyes.
"Don't let him carry that burden. He'd never forgive himself," Savannah said softly, reaching for her purse once more.
"You still have time. Don't hesitate."
Savannah quickly jotted something down on a notepad, tore off the paper, and handed it over.
"This is my number. Give me a call. We'll handle everything—don't stress about the cost."
Savannah stood up, her expression warm. "Do you want me to take you home?"
The woman shook her head. "No, I have a few things to finish here. But thank you, dear. Really."
Savannah smiled and took a step back. "Just be careful, okay?"
She turned and walked away, her figure gradually disappearing down the corridor. The elderly woman watched her leave, still holding the note in one hand and the milk in the other.
She thought shw just had met an angel, she mused, her heart feeling light and full, even with the persistent ache in her bones.
And somewhere deep within the walls of Herbert Technology, a quiet miracle had taken place—one that had nothing to do with wealth, power, or titles. Just a woman's compassion, and a kindness that couldn't be quantified.
Author's Note :
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