My body seemed to be moving on its own. I don't know how to think properly. Even though my knees were shaking, I still managed to run.
Lord, please, not my son.
"M-Miss, Giovani Dagsinal, please," I asked at the nurse assigned in the emergency ward.
"H-He was taken to the operating room," a familiar voice interrupted.
I unconsciously made a turn in her direction. Her eyes swelled up. Her daughter was seated at her side, sobbing quietly while her elbow was bandaged. Both of them were seated on a hospital bed.
"Lhea, why are you here? And what happened to Dianne?" Agustine was curious.
Her throat was hardly moving. She gave me a sympathetic glance. She started to say something, but then she quickly stopped.
Ultimately, I decided to disregard her. I don't give a damn about her. My son is who I need to see. Agustine was following me, but I did not pay attention to him as I swiftly ran away.
"K-Khrystal," Mom said when she saw me.