In a ward in the First Hospital of New York.
"Who the hell beat my son? How could the guy be so ruthless? Doesn't he have any conscience? I wish the guy would get hit by a car when he goes out."
Heidy, who had just arrived at the hospital, was cursing in the ward furiously.
In front of Heidy was her son, Rayon, who was lying on the bed with a bandage around his head and resting with his eyes closed.
Rayon's face was black and blue.
An hour ago, Rayon was beaten at the door of the house and thrown in the alley.
Later, Rayon was discovered by passers-by on the street who dialed 911 to send Rayon to the hospital.
After checking, other than some slight concussion and skin injuries, there was nothing much wrong with Rayon.