The sound seemed to transform into the most beautiful symphony, and with a surge of inspiration, my pen moved effortlessly, quickly filling out the
exercises.
7
After a long time, I finally finished a set of papers. I stretched and glanced at the clock on the wall.
It has been over an hour.
I gently opened the door, and inside the room was quiet, without a sound.
I slowly walked down the stairs and made my way towards Savanna’s bedroom.
There was no one in bed, and at this moment, faint moans could be heard coming from the bathroom.
I curved my lips and slowly walked towards the bathroom.
we heard.com?
I gently knocked on the door and asked tentatively, “Mom, are you in the bathroom?”
There came the painful voice of Savanna, “Save me.”
I suddenly opened the door and put on a panicked expression. “Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
Savanna fell to the ground, clutching her stomach in pain and crying out. A large pool of blood flowed from beneath her.
She reached out her hand towards me, but I took two steps back, shouting in fear, “There’s a lot of blood under you, I’ll call an ambulance!”
Before dialing 911, I called my dad first and said, “Dad, Mom fell down and there’s a lot of blood. Please go to the hospital right away and wait for us. The ambulance will be here soon!”
Dad responded in a panic and hastily hung up the phone.
I just called 911, and the ambulance arrived quickly. The paramedics lifted Savanna into the car and instructed the family to accompany her. As I wiped away a tear, I said, “My dad is already waiting at the hospital. I will pack a few clothes for my mom and come over.”
Watching the speeding ambulance, I turned around and smiled calmly.
The mess at home needed to be cleaned up by someone.
Looking at the oil stains mixed with blood at the entrance of the bathroom, I picked up a mop and cleaned the traces.
After spending so much time with Savanna, I learned that she had a habit of taking a shower after taking a nap, and she always entered the bathroom barefoot before showering.
So I poured a little shower oil at the entrance of the bathroom.
When she went in, everything was fine, but when she came out, her feet were wet. The water mixed with oil made it slippery, and her body was clumsy. She slipped heavily and fell to the ground.
After tidying up the scene, I cheerfully packed her luggage for her.
The last time was when my mom helped me pack up and leave the house. At that time, she sat in the living room, proudly acting like a hostess.
Today I helped her pack her luggage, and I wondered if she would be as impressive as before this time.
I arrived at the hospital, wearing a worried expression, and inquired about Savanna. I was informed that she had been taken to the ward, so I headed straight to the ward.
Just like the day when I heard my parents‘ intense arguments about divorce, the familiar sound of arguments resounded in the hospital room again, but this time the leading lady had changed.
Savanna hoarsely pulled on her father’s collar, crying out and questioning him why he wasn’t at home, why he couldn’t bring her in for treatment in time.
Dad looked impatient, “What are you going crazy about again? If I didn’t earn money to support the family, could you enjoy such a comfortable life, eating and drinking as you please? And I haven’t even mentioned how you manage to fall down at home for no reason!”
Seeing me come in, Savanna shifted her gaze, staring at me intently, “It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who harmed my son!”
I secretly pinched myself hard, and tears streamed down my face. “Mom, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I should have stayed with you and not gone upstairs to do homework.”
Savanna went crazy and dragged me, “It must be you who harmed me, give me back my son!”
