Viona's POV
Tears slid down my sunshine boy's cheeks. Was it a mistake to bring him here?
I wiped them away gently as we stepped closer. The nurse had said Raya usually wasn't awake at this hour. She struggled to sleep at night because of the nausea and vomiting. And once she finally fell into a deep sleep, she was hard to wake. She used to be a child who loved sleeping.
My chest tightened hearing that. How much pain was she in, for a child who loved sleep to struggle just to close her eyes?
Roey sniffed hard, rubbing his eyes, trying to stop the tears. But his lips still trembled as we approached the bed.
"Mommy… it hurts, right?" he whispered.
I let out a slow breath. I knew he remembered the pain from his vaccine shots, how he cried for hours after. My plump boy was too sensitive.
How could I tell him that the girl lying in front of us was fighting something far worse?
"She's on medication, sweetheart. So she doesn't feel the pain because of it. You don't need to worry."
