"What did she go off to do...?"
Hermione ran off before she could even finish speaking. Even now, Harry still did not know the powerful young girl's name or what she had gone to do.
Harry stayed beside the unconscious Mia, unable to stop glancing toward the mouth of the alley where the light spilled in, hoping Hermione would return soon.
Harry did not dare leave Mia here alone, nor did he have the strength to carry her away. Not knowing how to ask anyone else for help or what else to do, he chose to trust that girl, even though they had fought only half an hour ago.
Perhaps that was just how children were. They did things entirely based on their likes and dislikes. One second, they could be sworn enemies ready to fight at the sight of each other; the next, they could become close friends.
He drained the bottled water the girl had bought for them, then casually hurled the empty bottle against the opposite wall in frustration, trying to hide the anxiety and unease in his heart.
"Did she go call the police?"
His growing anxiety gradually overwhelmed his reason, filling his blank mind with uncontrollable wild thoughts. Normally, in a situation like this, he should have let his extraordinary courage take over.
"No, I can't just sit here waiting. I need to get her out of here."
He looked around but found nothing useful. Since that was the case, he would just have to do it the hard way.
"Ugh, she's so heavy."
Harry hoisted the still-unconscious Mia onto his thin shoulders, and a strained expression immediately appeared on his face. Harry, who had suffered from malnutrition since childhood, was simply too frail. Mia was not in good health either, so thin she was