The young man leaned over, his face softening as he addressed the elderly woman with a calm sincerity that seemed to ripple through the silent bus.
“Grandma,” he said gently, “let me help you.”
He quickly stood up, moving with a grace that belied the tough exterior his tattoos suggested. His hands were steady as he reached into his backpack, pulling out a small pouch. As he opened it, the contents revealed a neatly organized first-aid kit and a small medical device.
