Kasper stod på kanten af en blomstrende mark.

Kasper stood at the edge of a flowering field.

Det var sommer, og luften var fyldt med duften af nyslået hø.

It was summer, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly cut hay.

Han var på landet, langt væk fra byens stress.

He was in the countryside, far from the stress of the city.

Men inde i ham var der uro.

But inside, he felt uneasy.

En lille skabning havde forladt et rødt mærke på hans arm, og nu voksede frygten for Borreliose.

A tiny creature had left a red mark on his arm, and now he was growing fearful of Lyme disease.

Freja arbejdede i en lille station i nærheden.

Freja worked at a small station nearby.

Hun havde altid elsket naturen.

She had always loved nature.

Som biolog studerede hun dyrelivet her på landet, som en del af sit arbejde fra universitetet.

As a biologist, she studied the wildlife here in the countryside, as part of her work for the university.

Kasper og Freja havde kendt hinanden længe, fra de lange nætter med bøger på studiet.

Kasper and Freja had known each other for a long time, from those long nights with books during their studies.

Kasper gik hen ad stien mod Frejas station.

Kasper walked down the path toward Freja’s station.

Grus knasede under hans fødder, og himlen begyndte at samle tunge, mørke skyer.

Gravel crunched under his feet, and the sky began to gather heavy, dark clouds.

Det så ud til storm.

A storm seemed to be brewing.

Freja tog imod ham med et venligt smil.

Freja greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Hej, Kasper!

"Hi, Kasper!

Hvordan går det?"

How’s it going?"

Kasper tøvede, hans frygt tydelig i hans øjne.

Kasper hesitated, his fear evident in his eyes.

"Freja, jeg har fået et bid, og nu er der en rød cirkel på min arm."

"Freja, I got bitten, and now there's a red circle on my arm."

Hans stemme skælvede lidt.

His voice trembled slightly.

"Tror du, det er alvorligt?"

"Do you think it’s serious?"

Freja kiggede koncentreret på hans arm.

Freja looked intently at his arm.

Hun kendte til naturens mange ansigter, men var ikke læge.

She was familiar with nature’s many faces but wasn’t a doctor.

Alligevel kunne hun se, at Kasper havde brug for hjælp.

Still, she could see that Kasper needed help.

"Det ser ud som noget, du bør tage seriøst," sagde hun roligt, mens vinden tog til udenfor.

"It looks like something you should take seriously," she said calmly as the wind picked up outside.

"Jeg ved ikke, om jeg skal gå til lægen.

"I don’t know if I should go to the doctor.

Jeg hader hospitaler," Kasper indrømmede.

I hate hospitals," Kasper admitted.

"Hvis det var mig, ville jeg gå," sagde Freja, mens et lyn flængede himlen.

"If it were me, I would go," Freja said as lightning split the sky.

"Kom, vi tager sammen afsted.

"Come on, we’ll go together.

Du behøver ikke gå alene."

You don’t have to go alone."

Kasper så taknemmeligt på sin gamle ven.

Kasper looked gratefully at his old friend.

Frejas ord gav ham mod.

Freja's words gave him courage.

Det var ikke kun skoven og markerne, men hendes rolige væsen, der mindskede hans frygt.

It was not just the woods and fields, but her calm presence that eased his fears.

De tog afsted mod byen, mens vinden tog til, og regnen begyndte at tromme på bilens tag.

They set off toward the city, as the wind strengthened and rain began to drum on the car’s roof.

Med Freja ved sin side, føltes turen mindre skræmmende.

With Freja by his side, the journey felt less daunting.

Da de nåede hospitalet, indså Kasper, at helbredet altid burde komme først.

When they reached the hospital, Kasper realized that health should always come first.

Han takkede Freja.

He thanked Freja.

Hun havde guidet ham, ikke kun gennem sommerens vilde natur, men også gennem usikkerhedens storme.

She had guided him not only through the wild nature of summer but also through the storms of uncertainty.

For Kasper var det en værdifuld lektie: nogle gange er det nødvendigt at søge professionel hjælp.

For Kasper, it was a valuable lesson: sometimes seeking professional help is necessary.

Og nogle gange er det ikke det at være alene, men at have en sand ven, der gør hele forskellen.

And sometimes, it's not being alone, but having a true friend, that makes all the difference.