"Bo!"

Worriedly the pregnant woman bowed over the mattress, where Bo was lying, silently coughing. To calm him down she placed her hand on his sweaty forehead and looked deep into his sorrowful eyes.

I'm here for you.

Jia stopped a tear from falling down at the child, when he started coughing again. He seemed so helpless and weak, so alone.

Flustered she glanced at the nurse beside her, who was listening to his heartbeating with a stethoscope. She just squinted her eyes concentratedly and then disappeared again through the door.

Jia didn't let go of his hand, even if his fingers were slowly getting weaker, and his hand almost slipped away from hers.

Liling was sitting in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably.
Why isn't she here, when her son needs her? Jia also felt like crying and she was extremely tired, she almost couldn't hold her eyelids from falling down, but she stayed.

The door opened and the nurse came in again, while trying to inform Jongdae and Baekhyun next to her what was wrong.

"He isn't in danger of his life at the moment, but his coughing doesn't sound good at all. We fear that he could have caught a serious pneumonia."

Jongdae nodded slowly and touched Jias shoulders carefully to push her to the side, so the nurse could look after Bo. She let go of his tiny hand protesting quietly and burried her face into Jongdae's pullover.

"It's all my fault..."

Confused Jongdae grabbed her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

"I want you to know..."

"I should've..."

"that nothing of this..."

"I-.."

"..is your fault."

She shook her head slowly while biting her lips. She should have taken care of him, and she should have given him warm clothes and a blanket for the night. Now he was here, freezing piteously, and suffering from pain.

Pain in his lungs.
Pain in his heart.

Now even Liling had come to Bo's bed and sat down next to him. Baekhyun smiled at her encouraging and handed her a handkerchief for the upcoming tears in her eyes.

"Mum.."

The quiet phrase that left Bo's lips made everyones heart shatter into pieces. He sounded so desperate and weak, as if someone had taken away all his happiness.

"Don't cry please..."

He raised his little hand out for her face and touched her cheeks, that were wet because of the tears. Pathetically he wiped over her skin and collected the drops on his petite fingers.

The peace he had spreaded inthe room didn't last long, because the nurse beside them tapped Lilings shoulder, to tell her: "We need your help with the new patients! Many of them are in risk of death."

Liling nodded her head and took a deep breath. Seeking for help she looked around in the room and her eyes met with Jias.

"I'll take Bo with me, don't worry."

And then she was gone. Bo's hand was still raised in the air, reaching out for his mother, but she had let go of his hand. He looked so heartbroken, and Liling didn't dare to look back.

Also Baekhyun waved Bo goodbye now, he would go and find a way to fly home as soon as possible. Luckily he was a pretty well-known man on this island.

Jongdae noticed how Jia was staggering around and he took her hand, and the 5-year old to his chest.

On the way to Jia's room he whispered some words of encouragement, which didn't help much, but at least calmed them a bit down. His heart tensed up, when he heard Bo's helpless dry cough against his chest.

He just hoped that the weak child could sleep this night and get some rest. Carefully he placed the exhausted child on the mattress next to Jia, covered him with a warm blanket and tugged him in.

Silently the boy mumbled something, Jongdae couldn't understand, so he just brushed over his hair and whispered: "Sleep well Bo."

Soon the little boy had slept in, cuddling with a plushdog.
Jia sat down next to his bed and watched him worriedly.

"You should also get some rest, Jia."

Jia nodded at Jongdae's words and layed down on her own mattress, staring at the ceiling.

For a whild Jongdae watched her tossing and turning around, until he finally said: "You won't sleep, am I right?"

Shaking her head she admitted, that she was unable to find some rest.

He knew the feeling, he hadn't been sleeping at all that night too. So he sat down on Jias bed and waited for her to also sit up. Offering her his broad shoulder, he took something out of his jacket. A little radio.

He turned the volume down to not wake Bo up and pressed the play button. A beautiful song was playing, safe and sound, that's how it was called.

Jia knew the song from when she was little. It had been played in the carradio very often and had always calmed her down. Sinking into Jongdae's arms she closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the music.

Just close your eyes.

Everything was there again suddenly. The screaming of the crowd, the rage of the storm, the thundering wave. Everything inside her cried, not even Jongdae's constant breath could calm her down.

The sun is going down.

Last time she saw the sun setting above the sea was the night before the wedding. Everything had been so perfect back then.

You'll be alright.

Nothing was alright, everything she had was shattered, all her dreams and her future. She wouldn't be able to share her future with Xiumin, she wouldn't have children with him, would she ever be that loved again?

No one can hurt you now.

Jia used to be happy, until everything got destroyed. But somehow, she didn't know if it was the music or Jongdae holding her tightly, she felt secure here. She had suffered so much, it wouldn't get worse, would it?

Come morning light.

She wished that these nightmares would stop, and these memories would vanish from her mind. When would she finally see the sun again, see life again, see happiness?

You and I'll be save and sound.

Bo. He had to survive. He was the most precious child she had ever met, he was so innocent, so brave and so strong. And she felt like nobody could love this boy more, than she did. Bo was like her own son. If she would ever get a son, he would be like Bo.

The song ended with a metallic sound and the news started playing.

They reported about the big tsunami and Bali, and that 1500 people had already died, whereas 2000 were still missing.

Bo woke up from the annoying voice of the repoter and stared at Jia and Jongdae with big eyes.

"Where is Xiumin?"

Jongdae responded with a short: "We don't know it. Maybe he will come back soon."

And that even if both of them knew, that Xiumin would never come back.

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sorry I know there is not much going on in this chap and I didn't proofread so there are probably many mistakes but I hope you didn't get bored ><
Next chapters will be more exciting (hopefully :"))
What do you think will happen next? ❤️
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