He slowly closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, "What, you think I cried?"
"Ah?" She then reacted, "Sorry, I just had that illusion for a moment." Actually, he hadn't shed a tear, but she inexplicably felt like he was crying.
Like that little boy who was hurt, bleeding, but all the pain couldn't compare to a single word from his mother.
What had his mother gone through to treat her own child this way? She was not his mother, so she couldn't understand that feeling, but she felt a deep heartbreak for him.
"I didn't cry." He murmured, like someone injured, yet deliberately emphasizing that he wasn't hurt, "Just when I went back, I passed out, and when I woke up, I realized I'd been unconscious in the hospital for three days. Since then, whenever I have a fever, my mind easily reverts to that of when I was six."
Mabel Quinn pondered for a moment and said, "So, in the end, your mother still sent you to the hospital and didn't just leave you to die, right?"
