Left alone at last, Clara sat down beside Sarina, taking her injured hand in her own, lovingly caressing her hair as she bent down and softly pecked her forehead.
"Never do anything like this again. Just the thought of seeing you getting hurt breaks my heart a million times and yet here you are, covered in bandages like this. How am I suppose to handle it, Sarina? You tell me."
Tears welled up in Clara's eyes and she complained; sobbing her heart out as finally let go of all the pain she had been suppressing in her heart.
"You aren't just my daughter Sarina. You made me a mother, a fighter who was willing to do everything for her children. You are the closest to my heart. I can lose anything but I can't afford to lose you. Please, don't get hurt like this again."
Clara exclaimed her true emotions with a pained expression on her face as she looked at Sarina; heartbroken and despondent.
