I've been in this hospital for one week. From papa's story, I was dismissed from work at papa's request and CV gave a large enough compensation to me as an apology. I just smiled crookedly. No matter how much money the company gave it, it would not be able to return the damaged me. I walked around the hospital garden in a wheelchair accompanied by mama. Fear gave me enough energy to run at that time, now even though it's been a week I can't fully walk.
"What is the matter, dear?" asked mama softly. I shook my head slowly. I tried to smile for this angel I didn't think much of it, I decided to follow dr. Furqon, relaxes the mind to accelerate healing.
"Ma?"
"Hmm."
"Dr. Furqon handled me ..." I hung up the sentence. I'm still unsure of my guess. I turned to my mother who was still pushin
