SEVENTY-FOUR

"Luna, are you okay?" A small hand reached for me, trying to help me up.

"I'm okay," I said to the little boy who I'd healed in the past. Sam, was it?

"Hey, Sir, you are in big trouble!" The boy put his hands on his hips as he scolded the man who ran into me. "That's the Luna you just pushed to the ground."

"Shut up, child," The man said as I stood and patted the furious child.

"It's alright, Sam. It was a mistake," I said but he shook his head.

"It wasn't a mistake! I saw him! He ran into you on purpose!" He stomped his feet. "Hey, sir, it's rude to act that way. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" He scolded.

I was caught in an awkward position. My derrière hurt from falling flat on it, my body felt heavy and I was getting lightheaded. The man continued to glare at me as if I'd been the one to knock him to the ground and the little boy who jumped to my defense was a second away from rushing at the man and – I don't know, biting his leg? He looked like he wanted to retaliate o