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Third Person POV

It seemed like an endless wait before the Trauma Unit nurse finally came to the waiting room and asked for Mrs. Assaratanakul.

She informed Billkin's mom that Billkin was now being wheeled to Room 702. She warned Billkin's mom that he was still unconscious and that it would take some time before he might regain consciousness.

Billkin's mom held on to PP's arm for support as they made their way to the elevator areas where they took one that brought them up to the seventh floor.

They took a few wrong turns before they finally found the right corridor that led them to room 702.

PP knocked gently before opening the door and going inside the room.

"It's still empty," PP informed Billkin's mom and stepped back outside. "We must have gotten here ahead of the orderlies."

"Let's wait inside the room," Billkin's mom said. "I need to sit down. My legs are getting too weak to hold me up."

"Sure," PP said, leading Billkin's mom inside the room.

Inside the room was a long cushioned bench set against the wall, aside from the patient's bed.

Billkin's mom and PP had barely sat on the bench when the door opened and two orderlies pushed Billkin's gurney inside. PP and Billkin's mom immediately stood up from the bench.

"Are you a relative of the patient?" one of the orderlies asked Billkin's mom.

"Yes, I am his mother," Billkin's mom confirmed.

"His assigned primary care physician will follow shortly," the orderly informed her.

"Very well, thank you," said Billkin's mom.

One of the orderlies took hold of one corner of the sheet under Billkin. The other orderly did the same.

"On three," said one of them. "One, two three... "

Both of them lifted the sheet and transferred Billkin from the gurney to the hospital bed.

PP winced as he saw Billkin's body bouncing a little from the impact of being dropped onto the surface of the bed.

As soon as Billkin was settled on the bed, PP moved forward and took hold of Billkin's pale cold hand. He squeezed it gently and before he knew it, two big fat teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

He felt Billkin's mom's hand tapping him gently on his back.

"Everything will be fine," she said to PP. "I can feel it. I feel that there was a good reason why this event happened."

PP could not hold back his sobs any longer. He turned to Billkin's mom and cried on her shoulders.

Just at that moment they heard a brief knock and a doctor and a nurse walked into the room.

The doctor held out his hand to Billkin's mom.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Natouch," he said. "I will be attending to Billkin's care and will plan for his speedy recovery."

Billkin's mom accepted the doctor's offer of a handshake.

"Thank you, Dr. Natouch," she said.

"First off, the nurse here will assess his vital signs, then she will hang an IV that will keep him hydrated. Then she will piggyback an antibiotic into his IV as prophylaxis for any infection from the wounds that he sustained. His whole trunk and left leg will remain in a cast until the orthopedic surgeon declares that it's ready to be removed," the doctor explained to Billkin's mom.

"How soon before he regains consciousness?" Billkin's mom asked, the anxiety very much evident on her face.

"Probably as early as this evening," the doctor replied. "The nurses on this floor will be monitoring him round the clock."

The nurse handed over to the doctor a clipboard where she had written the vital signs that she took.

"Except for a low blood pressure and elevated heart rate, his other vital signs are within normal range," the doctor said after reading the chart that the nurse handed to him. "If you have any further questions, relay them to the nurses and they will contact me about your questions."

"Thank you, doctor," Billkin's mom said.

"Absolutely," the doctor replied before leaving the room.

The nurse stayed to hang the IV bag on the IV pole and then attached the IV drip to Billkin's left arm.

PP winced once more as he watched the nurse insert the needle and let a small amount of blood flow out before she completed the rest of the procedure.

"You look tired, PP," Billkin's mom said. "You should go home and rest now. I will stay and wait until Billkin regains consciousness."

"No, I think you should be the one to go home and get some rest," PP said firmly. "I will stay and wait until he regains consciousness."

"Are you sure of that?" Billkin's mom asked. She actually looked and felt more tired than PP.

"Absolutely," PP replied, leading her to the door.

"Please call me if he has any change in condition," Billkin's mom said.

"Of course," PP replied.

Billkin's mom gave PP a grateful hug before heading for the elevators.

PP was starting to walk back to Billkin's hospital bed when his phone sounded an incoming text notification.

"I am fixing us a stir fried beef and broccoli dish for dinner. I will be waiting for you at my place at seven this evening. Please plan to arrive early, wink, wink."

'I'm sorry, Tae, change of plans' PP said softly under his breath as he took hold of Billkin's cold motionless hand once more.