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(Asher’s POV)

The sound of my breathing was unnaturally loud, and my hearing is mixed with a ringing sound and a blend of muffled voices as I felt my body being lifted. In my bleary view, I saw myself being carried by the stretcher. Some of the people near me kept telling me to keep myself together. I can simply say that my whole surrounding is a mess. Shortly after entering a vehichle, which I assume was probably the ambulance, my field of view became black.

I woke up at the sound of the ECG bleeping. Halting my movements as to let my view sharpen so I can see better, I look around the room and saw the IV pole first, before I saw the silhouette of a woman sitting on a chair.

Slowly I croaked, “Mom…?”

My mother paused from what she was doing, as if freezing. Then, turning her head to me, I saw her swollen eyelids rose a bit, her expression is mixed with happiness and the want to cry.

“Asher…” She stood up