I was looking around frantically.. This was the first time to happen.. I turned to the next hallway I found and..
I can't help not to feel the crest in my face.
A boy was leaning and scooting to Kimmon.. He's a lot shorter than him, pale but undeniably good-looking..
"Kimmon! Where's Bas? Where's my son?? Where is he??!"
He immediately stood up along with the boy who slowly removed Kim's hands around him, with his head bow down..
"He's being transferred to a private room.. He's doing fine now, the doctor said.."
"What the heck even happen?! How can this happen?!"
Bas is my youngest son, he's our beloved sunshine..
My mind was in a mess, I am in a mess, but I can't help not to notice the boy who's carefully stepping back but was grabbed by Kim in the arm..
"Don't leave."
"I should not be he--"
"What are you doing here?"
I raised my eyebrow to emphasize my point.
"Who are you?"
"He's--"
"Stop Kim.. I want him to talk.."
He became fidgety making me suspicious.. I'm a mother. I know there's something in this boy.
"Excuse me.. May I know Piniwats relatives?.."
"It's me.."
I faced the nurse but my eyes didn't fail to witness how Kimmon intertwined their fingers carefully..
"Please follow me Ma'am.."
No matter what.. I need to prioritize my son..
I was then lead to a room guided by a nurse.. My steps were heavy with heart drowning in so much fear..
The moment she open the door, the view from my very fragile looking son came to crumble my world.
"Mommy?"
"I'm here baby~"
I rushed to his side and held his hand gently..
"I'm here.."
"Mommy, where's.. where's Cop?"
"Who?"
"Cop? Where's Cop?"
"Who's Cop darling?"
"Mommy.. Copcop~"
I cupped my son's face as the tears ran in his face..
"Don't cry.."
"Don't let him leave me Mommy.. He's going to leave me.."
I kissed his forehead..
"You need more rest, you're tir--"
"Mommy.. Mom.. Please.."
"No my dear.. You have to sleep.."
"I can't take it.. Call him Mom.. Where is he?? Please.. Call Cop.. Call him.."
