Left with no other option, I embarked on the treacherous journey up the mountain's winding road, each step weighted by my inability to drive and a profound sense of solitude. The relentless wind roared in my ears, threatening to engulf the entire city of Atlanta in its fury. Sheets of rain, heavy as pebbles, relentlessly pelted my face, adding to my mounting anxiety. Amidst the deluge, I persevered, eventually hailing a taxi to carry me to my grandmother's side.
When I arrived at the hospital, what caught my eye was Jared supporting Wendy Janson.
"Vera, you're here too. Whenever it rains, Wendy's legs hurt, so I brought her to see a doctor," said Jared; I didn't know if there was a hint of panic in Jared's eyes.
Jared, who usually speaks very little, only talked more about Wendy.
I was concerned about my grandma and had no interest in their entanglement.
But at that very moment, Wendy spoke softly, "Vera, don't be angry; I'm just a little scared, and Jared has always been so dependable. It's just that... "
I was genuinely exhausted by her tone as she said that, so I replied, "That's fair. Next time, I'll make sure to put up a banner showcasing such responsible actions."