Freya's POV
"No, please, just give me a moment to rest and breathe," I protested weakly, settling myself awkwardly on a nearby rock. The throbbing in my kneecap was relentless.
Several colleagues approached from behind, their faces filled with concern when they witnessed my tumble.
Not wanting to ruin everyone's hiking adventure, I plastered on a bright smile and waved off their worries, insisting they continue their ascent without me.
Once they disappeared up the trail, I couldn't suppress the grimace any longer. Carefully rolling up my hiking pants, I confirmed my worst fears. The area around my knee was already darkening with bruises, and fresh blood seeped through a tear in the skin at the center of my kneecap.
Belinda watched tears of pain roll down my cheeks, her guilt written all over her face. "Ms. Freya, this is entirely my fault. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be ridiculous. Accidents happen," I managed between gritted teeth, trying to comfort her despite my own agony.
