„What happened to him?"„He burned himself when he wanted to light up the candle with matches"
I heard a few words, but I recognised only the voice of my mom. It sounded so worried, and painful.
But something was pulling me to the voice of the man, probably the doctor.
„It's going to be okay, even though I have never operated a person, so this was my 'premiere' but it was successful, you can trust me"
From this sentence, I recognised that I was right, it was the doctor. His voice was a little bit thinner than mine.
I heard my mom, she was crying.
„Harry, please, wake up, stay with me please" she was still crying.
I will mom, but I can't open my eyes or say anything.
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the boy with matches / larry eng
Fanfiction„Take him to the operation room!" „But we don't have a doctor!" „Tomlinson will take it into his own hands!"