a dramatic entrance and ironic fates
I will be spending a few blogs narrating my events with the wonderful people on this tour for there are several stories to be told. This series of narratives are about Riccardo so it can lead up to the infamous photo and then it will feel like a tiny secret will be revealed.
Once we all arrived to board our bus, my mom and Rosemary noticed that Ruth was not present. Shuyan looked disapointed, because she tries so hard to be on time but is always seen as the person with the late person. My mom and someone else began talking about how Ruth was late again and Riccardo raised his arms in the air and exclaimed, "I didn't say anything!" Suddenly someone noticed Ruth stumbling towards us. She was bleeding and looked to be in agony. A rush of people gathered around her and sat her down on a curb. Apparently, Shuyan and Ruth were waiting for a while outside the Santa Croce when fifteen minuites before we were all suppose to meet Ruth wanted to explore the church. She must have tripped on her way through the church and hit her head against the cobblestones. Her fall caused her to bruise her knee and scrape her forehead before she bit into her lip making it bleed.
The Australian woman from Brisbane (orginally from New Zealand) announced she was a nurse and broke through the crowd. She was doing an excellent job, but nobody seemed to be taking her advice except to get more ice. People were recommending to get peroxide which Riccardo did and the Australian woman and I kept saying that you are not suppose to put peroxide on wounds, but the others were saying it was like rubbing alcohol. Finally, Riccardo took a damp cloth and put some peroxide on it and began to dab Ruth's bruised knee and forehead telling everyone that she would be okay now. He seemed slightly frustrated by the whole drama and thought that perhaps Ruth was overacting, although he said nothing and wanted to be respectful as possible. I thought Ruth's pain was genuine and so despite the fact that I was the only other sick person on tour, I linked arms with her and began to assist her back to the bus.
I continued to talk to her in hopes that would get her mind off her pain. It wasn't until a few minuites later that I even realized that Riccardo was on her other side helping her along too. I could hear Shuyan saying she could help Ruth, but I wanted Shuyan to relax. She deserved a moment of rest and I felt okay enough to help Ruth along. I could feel the sun's hot rays beating down on me and the sweat starting to trickle down my back. I could sense the heat strokes creeping along and I would have to turn my head to the side to take long breaths. I didn't want to let go of Ruth, because I like helping other's out. I could hear her asking Riccardo whether she would need a doctor. He looked back at her and asked if she would need a doctor. I clung onto Ruth, but I could hear Shuyan offering to assist Ruth because she felt bad that the sick was helping out the sick. I told Ruth that Shuyan and I were going to switch people and I could see Riccardo looking at me.
I slid behind Ruth and was still holding her ice in one hand while the other I began to gulp my water. I walked on the other side of Riccardo behind Ruth just in case she needed more ice. Riccardo turned towards me as I was swallowing almost the entire bottle in one gulp and for a moment he caught my eyes before I turned away. He looked at me with great concern, "How are you doing?" I looked over at Ruth trying to avoid his gaze and joked, "Well I am much better than her." He knew what I was doing and saw my eyes look down towards my bag, because I wanted to get out my hat. He continued to look at me. "She will be okay, I want to know how you are doing." I smiled again trying to reassure him that all was well, but I knew he knew I was becoming concerned about something. We finally arrived to the bus and I helped Ruth out again with the final steps on the bus.
Once we all arrived to board our bus, my mom and Rosemary noticed that Ruth was not present. Shuyan looked disapointed, because she tries so hard to be on time but is always seen as the person with the late person. My mom and someone else began talking about how Ruth was late again and Riccardo raised his arms in the air and exclaimed, "I didn't say anything!" Suddenly someone noticed Ruth stumbling towards us. She was bleeding and looked to be in agony. A rush of people gathered around her and sat her down on a curb. Apparently, Shuyan and Ruth were waiting for a while outside the Santa Croce when fifteen minuites before we were all suppose to meet Ruth wanted to explore the church. She must have tripped on her way through the church and hit her head against the cobblestones. Her fall caused her to bruise her knee and scrape her forehead before she bit into her lip making it bleed.
The Australian woman from Brisbane (orginally from New Zealand) announced she was a nurse and broke through the crowd. She was doing an excellent job, but nobody seemed to be taking her advice except to get more ice. People were recommending to get peroxide which Riccardo did and the Australian woman and I kept saying that you are not suppose to put peroxide on wounds, but the others were saying it was like rubbing alcohol. Finally, Riccardo took a damp cloth and put some peroxide on it and began to dab Ruth's bruised knee and forehead telling everyone that she would be okay now. He seemed slightly frustrated by the whole drama and thought that perhaps Ruth was overacting, although he said nothing and wanted to be respectful as possible. I thought Ruth's pain was genuine and so despite the fact that I was the only other sick person on tour, I linked arms with her and began to assist her back to the bus.
I continued to talk to her in hopes that would get her mind off her pain. It wasn't until a few minuites later that I even realized that Riccardo was on her other side helping her along too. I could hear Shuyan saying she could help Ruth, but I wanted Shuyan to relax. She deserved a moment of rest and I felt okay enough to help Ruth along. I could feel the sun's hot rays beating down on me and the sweat starting to trickle down my back. I could sense the heat strokes creeping along and I would have to turn my head to the side to take long breaths. I didn't want to let go of Ruth, because I like helping other's out. I could hear her asking Riccardo whether she would need a doctor. He looked back at her and asked if she would need a doctor. I clung onto Ruth, but I could hear Shuyan offering to assist Ruth because she felt bad that the sick was helping out the sick. I told Ruth that Shuyan and I were going to switch people and I could see Riccardo looking at me.
I slid behind Ruth and was still holding her ice in one hand while the other I began to gulp my water. I walked on the other side of Riccardo behind Ruth just in case she needed more ice. Riccardo turned towards me as I was swallowing almost the entire bottle in one gulp and for a moment he caught my eyes before I turned away. He looked at me with great concern, "How are you doing?" I looked over at Ruth trying to avoid his gaze and joked, "Well I am much better than her." He knew what I was doing and saw my eyes look down towards my bag, because I wanted to get out my hat. He continued to look at me. "She will be okay, I want to know how you are doing." I smiled again trying to reassure him that all was well, but I knew he knew I was becoming concerned about something. We finally arrived to the bus and I helped Ruth out again with the final steps on the bus.
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