Hannah blushed, her face turning a deeper shade of red, her body trembling slightly in my arms. "No... It's okay... it will be fine... in a moment..." she said, her voice soft and filled with embarrassment, her body pressing against mine, her breath hitching slightly. The way she tried to downplay her pain, to be strong despite the discomfort, was both admirable and heartbreaking.
Julie's face was filled with distress and worry, her eyes locked onto her daughter's ankle, her hands gently touching the injury, her fingers probing the injury, her touch soft and gentle. "It's swollen," she said, her voice filled with concern and fear, her eyes locked onto the injury, her hands trembling slightly.
The swelling was evident, a visible sign of the pain Hannah was trying so hard to hide. Julie's concern was a tangible force, her love for her daughter evident in every touch and glance.
