Wayne, is that Wayne's voice?
Plunged into darkness, Violet Don desperately tried to wake up, but to no avail; she had no strength in her entire body, and even the slightest movement was too much to ask for.
But she thought she heard her son's voice, crying out beside her ear.
What's wrong with Wayne? Why is he crying?
Violet was in the depths of an abyss, surrounded by silence; only occasionally was there a sparse sound of numbers mixed with cries that pained her heart—it was Wayne, no doubt about it!
Wayne was crying. He didn't even dare to touch Violet's hand. Her body was covered in lines from medical devices, and a catheter was inserted into her neck, connected to a bag of IV fluid that dripped into her body drop by drop.
Wayne's tears wouldn't stop long enough for him to wipe them away. His mommy must be in so much pain; he mustn't cry; he's a man, a real man. His mommy is hurt; he should be the one to hold up the family...