LYRA’S POV
I rushed across the streets and quickly helped him sit up. “Are you okay, sir?”
A brief look at the faint growing bruise around his ankle told me he might have a fracture. “I am alright, child.” He pointed to his walking stick which I picked up from the other end of the road.
“I just need to get up..” The old man said with a wry smile that disappeared as soon as he tried to make a move. He confirmed my thoughts when he hissed in pain at the small movements.
“Don’t move sir.” I said, “I think you have a fractured bone. Can you feel your toes?”
The old man shook his head, wincing from the pain. I looked around and spotted a tree by the corner. “Please calm down. I’ll be right back.”
I rushed to the tree and broke off two branches, hoping to use it as a splint. I needed t
