As they drove, Leah kept her guard up, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. The man sat quietly, holding his head and staring out of the window. Leah felt a mixture of tension and empathy. She knew she was taking a risk, but something compelled her to keep going.
Upon reaching the hospital, Leah watched as the man, now appearing weaker, struggled to gather himself. He pulled out a handful of loose change, amounting to ten dollars, and tried to hand it to her. Leah shook her head, refusing the money. She couldn’t take it; it didn’t feel right.