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Part 58 : Goodbye
Please hold on for mommy, my beloved son. Please stay alive. I'm sure you're very strong. I'm sure you're a great kid.
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After hours I was unconscious (said Arga), I opened my eyes. The white room smelled of ethanol immediately greeted me. I saw Arga -- my husband was sitting beside me with his head down and his hand still holding my right hand. Looks like he fell asleep.
I stroked his curly hair with my left hand until he woke up. Arga blinked a few times.
"Are you awake, La?" asked Arga in disbelief.
I smiled and nodded.
Arga pressed the bell on the right side of my bed. A doctor came into my treatment room and was surprised to see me who had woken up from my 'long dream'.
The doctor checked my body, starting from the eyes, pulse, and heart rate.
"When did your wife wake up?" the doctor asked Arga.
"Just now," replied Arga.
"Your wife's condition has started to improve. But you have to keep her in
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