The ambulance rushed Arm to the hospital, with New and the rest of the family following closely behind. The police surrounded the entire area, searching for the attackers, but they had vanished without a trace.
At the hospital, doctors quickly took Arm into the emergency room while the others waited anxiously outside. New was inconsolable, tears streaming down his face as he blamed himself. "It's all my fault," he sobbed.
New’s mother tried to calm him down, "Please, son, stop crying. You’ll have a panic attack if you keep this up."
New choked on his sobs, "It’s all because of me, Ma. P’Arm got hurt because of my foolish behavior. He’s suffering because of me." His breathing became erratic, and he started gasping for air.
Seeing New’s distress, his father quickly called for a doctor. The medical staff immediately took New into the emergency room as well. New’s mother, overcome with emotion, cried, "Why do my sons have to suffer like this? They haven’t done anything wrong."
New’s father held her close, whispering, "Everything will be alright. Don’t worry, please stop crying."
Through her sobs, New’s mother said, "New’s uncle doesn’t know what’s happening. He’s still on duty. Should we tell him and Mook too?"
New’s father replied, "Mook will be worried and upset. I’ll call her in the morning so she can come. Right now, it’s too late to find a flight, and all our private planes are here."
New’s mother nodded, wiping her tears as they waited outside the emergency room. After three long hours, the doctor finally emerged from Arm’s room. New’s father approached him anxiously, "How is he, doctor?"
The doctor replied, "He’s lost a lot of blood. We need to keep him under observation for the next 24 hours to determine if the operation was successful. We’ve removed the bullets from his body successfully."
New’s father nodded and sat back down with his wife. New’s mother, still crying, asked, "He will be alright, won’t he?"
Her husband reassured her, "Absolutely. He’s a strong boy; he’ll fight for his life and won’t give up easily."
New’s mother took a deep breath and said, "Let’s check on our New. If he wakes up he’ll start crying again."
New’s father nodded, and they went to New’s room. Inside, the nurse informed them, "His breathing is stable now. We gave him a sedative to help him sleep."
New’s mother nodded as the nurse left the room. She sat beside New, gently stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. New’s father suggested, "Do you want to go back home and rest?"
New’s mother shook her head, "How can I go home when both my sons are in hospital beds? I’ll stay here."
"Okay, then rest here. I’ll bring some food from outside," New’s father offered.
"No, ask someone to bring food. Don’t go out at this time; the attackers might follow us here. No, no," she pleaded, clearly terrified.
New’s father approached her and said softly, "Be strong. Nothing is going to happen. I’ll have someone bring the food here, then." New’s mother nodded, continuing to gently stroke her son’s hair.
New’s uncle, having already received the news from his colleagues, hurried to the hospital to find Arm's room. Spotting New’s dad waiting outside, he approached him and asked, "How’s Arm doing, brother?"
New's dad replied, "The doctors said they need to keep him under observation for 24 hours. Only then will they know more."
"Where are New and sister?" he asked.
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When Worlds Collide (Taynew)
FanfictionTay Tawan Vihokratana is the most feared mafia boss in Bangkok. He is known for his ruthless and angry demeanor, never showing mercy to those who cross him. Even the police are terrified of him. Tay's presence alone is enough to make people tremble...
