Ares: Never Grow Up
Past Ron! (2)

POV: Author

Tiit tiit.

Now Ron was lying limp in this all-white room. With a drip stuck in his hand, as well as breathing apparatus in his mouth and nose. This room felt so quiet and quiet, because there was only one Ron in it. As usual, Ron's father was just busy looking for money. Her mother was busy seeking the attention of others.

The sound of the heart detection machine still sounds normal. Indicates that Ron is still alive, it's just that he is unconscious.

Click!

The door of the room opened, bringing up a male doctor and several female nurses behind him. The doctor immediately touched Ron's wrist, and wrote some data on the document the nurse was carrying.

"Tell me immediately if the patient is conscious" the doctor said and walked away.

"Oh wait, where's the guardian?" Before leaving the room, the doctor turned and asked the nurse.

"I also don't know doc, there was a person who claimed to be his mother and brought him here, but after that he didn't come back again" explained the nurse with a look of pity on Ron. Hearing the nurse's words, the doctor could only take pity on Ron.

"Alright, thanks. And maybe .. It's better not to tell the guardian" the doctor said again.

"Well, why doc?" The nurse was confused to hear the doctor. Guardians for patients are important, especially if the patient is under 10 years old like Ron.

"I am afraid, if the condition becomes this, it is the work of his own family. Therefore, I beg you not to contact his family first, or if they come here, just say that their child's condition is still severe." The doctor explained to the nurse. The woman just nodded her head and refocused on Ron who was sound asleep.

Finally, today passed again with Ron who was alone in the room.

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POV: Ron

Where ... is this? Why is ... so dark here?

It felt like my body was also heavy .. I wanted to open my mouth, but could not. Is there someone here?

Daddy's?

Mammy?

Where're you? I'm scared .. Get me out of this dark place. Mom ... My head hurts more every time I drink your milk, but I like it, because it means you care about me.

But where's mom now?

Ms. .. I'm afraid ... Mother where? Why didn't mom pick me up?

"Bu .. mother ..."

DEG!

DEG!

DEG!

"Hello doctor! Patient number 467 has regained consciousness, please come!" I vaguely heard someone else's voice. She's not my mother, I know my mother's voice.

I slowly opened my eyes, little by little. While adjusting the incoming light, I tried to be able to see as soon as possible.

Huh huh? Where else is this? This is not my room..This is not my house! Where'sisthis?

"In .. where ... Mommy?" ask a woman in white clothes. The woman looked at me and walked over here quickly. Before sitting next to me, he was seen several times checking the computer screen that was lit next to the bed where I was lying.

"Hello sweet sister! How's it feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?" ask the woman gently. I wanted to ask you again about where my mother is, but I remember that my mother used to say .. Answering someone asking you is a form of courtesy.

"No ... there ... who is sick .. really," I said, trying to smile. The woman put on her beautiful smile and sat down next to me.

"Five ...," I said unable to continue. I think my mouth is hard to open. As if understanding me who had trouble speaking, the woman then went and got me some toys.

"Just play with them first! While waiting for the doctor to come here," said the woman while putting a duck doll next to my pillow. I smiled a little at the bright yellow duck doll sitting beside my pillow.

"Relse ... My mother ... where?" ask me in the end. The woman slightly flinched, there was a flustered look in her eyes.

"Ehh? He was out for a while, he said he wanted to buy you your favorite food!" said the woman at the end. Sometimes I hate the fact that I was born a genius.

Because I know that he's lying right now.

The pupils of the eyes were shaking and hesitating in looking at me. Highlight the unbearable eyes and pity in the light of his eyes. If I were a normal kid, I would be fooled by his bullshit by now.

"Yes ... Brother ... thanks," I said resigned. I then continued to lie down and just stared at the ceiling. No need to wait long, the doctor finally came.

Click!

He opened the door, his originally serious and stiff face, instantly turning into a cheerful and friendly face. This hospital knows very well how to take care of a small child turns out.

"Hello brother, how's it going?" he asked for pleasantries, wanting to feel like I replied that I was not okay. Don't we? Is there anyone who is okay but goes to the hospital?

"Yes .. as ... I see," I said accordingly. The doctor looked surprised at what I said. Maybe he thought, how could a 5-year-old have the courage to talk like this.

"Wait a minute, the doctor will check your health first" he said and put the end of his stethoscope on my chest. His eyes were also busy looking at the computer screen that had never died since I opened my eyes earlier.

"Have trouble sleeping? Frequent nightmares?" ask the doctor suddenly.

"I ... can't ... sleep doc. Because it ... I don't .. ever dream," I said honestly. The doctor just smiled as he nodded his head, his hand started to write a few words on the sheet of paper he was carrying.

"Please give this to the pharmacy, and immediately bring it here" said the doctor to one of the nurses.

"Nice doc." The nurse received the paper given by the doctor and went outside immediately.

Greek!

The doctor sat down beside me, replacing the woman who had been talking to me. He kind of signaled to the other nurses to leave the room, and so it was just me and him in this room.

"Doesn't like being here?" the doctor asked as he picked up a duck doll placed next to my pillow.

"Don't like .. ain't good," I said honestly. Hearing my answer, of course the doctor could only laugh a little.

"Cheal fast! Let's just get home!" the doctor said to encourage me. Her cheerful and warm face suddenly turned cheerful and gloomy. The atmosphere of this room also began to become heavier.

"What's up ... doc?" many confused. The doctor was still silent, it seemed like he was still thinking about something.

"What do you like to eat at home?" ask doctor.

"I ate all ... mother-made," I answered honestly. But he asked me again.

"All? Well, then, what's your favorite drink?" ask again.

"I like it the most .. Mother-made milk! Although ... it feels a bit strange," I said with a bitter smile. Hearing my words, the doctor's expression turned stiff.

"Do you drink it often?" ask the doctor again.

"Yes, quite often .. no, more precisely .. every night," I said honestly. The doctor immediately lowered his head and started crying, I could see from the movement of his hand that wiped the tears on his face.

"A promise, huh? From now on .. Never drink your mother's milk again."

TBC.

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