…“Ma’am, hold on. I’m trained in first aid,” the young man said, a sense of urgency in his voice.
The bus fell silent as everyone turned to watch the scene unfold. The young man, who had been the target of the elderly woman’s scorn just moments before, was now kneeling beside her, his tattooed arms gently supporting her frail frame. He looked into her eyes, trying to calm her down.
“Please, try to take slow, deep breaths,” he instructed, his voice soothing and steady.
