Beloved Dear, Look At Me For Once | ✔

Chapter Nineteen

"Please stay..."

It felt like his conscience was floating,

"I can't live without you..."

With these words that kept echoing,

"You taught me to live again,"

And echoing,

"Phoum khortoad,"

And echoing in his ears for a while he couldn't tell how long it was,

"Because of you, I learned to love again. Truly."

But it somehow helped him to keep afloat,

"Please, I beg you..."

And gave him strength to go on,

"I love you..."

He finally felt like he was reaching the surface as he took a deep breath in, slowly opening his eyes,

And blinking them close again when the concentration of the light in the room made him take a little more time to adjust to it,

Once he did, he breathed in again, this time feeling cool air on his face alongside a plastic frame and elastic suspending around his cheeks as he shifted from looking at the white ceiling to his side,

And that slow and little movement of simply turning his head told him tales of how stiff his body was at the moment as his head sort of felt heavy and not at the same time,

He took another long breath in, blinking as his mother came into his view. Only then he felt her warm and soft hand wrapping around his hand as he weakly gave a squeeze,

His mother snapped her eyes up at him in disbelief as he saw them welling up yet a smile forming on her face, "You finally woke up."

She said ever so calm and softly, the tears falling from her eyes but her smile only growing as she wiped them away quickly,

"Stay awake, I'll go call the doctor."

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New gazed out of the window of his room at the scenery of the afternoon melting into evening as the sunlight felt more saturated, unconsciously slipping back to the events of the morning,

"Mae, what happened? I cannot remember anything..."

New had asked his mother who had bought him some warm food quickly while the doctors were having a check up on him,

"New," She had looked into his eyes, as she had taken his hand from her free one and had given it a squeeze,

"Your condition in the past almost seven days had not been the best, my son, so can you focus on healing yourself first rather than trying to recall what happened?"

And New had not fought her on it, rather he could not, looking at his mother's face, he had seen the dark circles beneath her eyes and the odd paleness of her face,

At the relief, concern and fatigue, bestowed by the stress and tension of the supposed tough and traumatic week they've gone through, shining all too bright in the brown eyes which he inherited from her,

He had just sighed out through his nose then, giving a short nod as his mother had returned it with a smile before she had resumed feeding him.

Yet he could not stop pondering in the hindsight, about just what had happened that had led him into this state?

He had spent the entire afternoon, zoning out in between conversations with his parents and even his friends, who playfully fought his parents about why they didn't inform them sooner about this, just to think about what happened.