a quiet observation on the side
Ye Baosheng barely touched the love subject with her son. With countless tribulations he had experienced (that he shouldn't have), it would have been better if love or sex was just Yiyong's only problem. But the days after Yiyong woke up the second time, she thought that she didn't really need to worry about it.
"Without an immediate resuscitation, he would've been dead on arrival." That's what the doctors said. Guangyan passed out on Chuying's tired shoulder then, while Cui Zhaowan took over the arrest of the serial killer in the museum.
Ye Baosheng found them like this, Chuying's arm wrapped around Guangyan's shoulders while the boy slept in her arms. Both their hairs and clothes were disheveled and covered in blood.
Chuying smiled at her, trying to fight the tears from falling. I'm sorry, she whispered. It's all my fault.
No, thank you, said Mrs. Ye, shaking her head as she squeezed Chuying’s hands.
He was targeted by that bastard. I was too late. And Xiaoyan didn't want to leave his side. He's scared.
Ye Baosheng wondered when it started. She vaguely remembered how Yiyong used to sneak inside Guangyan's room.
If she didn't tell Guangyan that it was time already for his internship, he would have been stuck at Yiyong's bedside all day. He would read his textbooks there or if he wasn't busy with schoolworks, he would finish all the comics in Yiyong's room. One time, Guangyan fell asleep while pillowing his Forensic Medicine textbook. Ye Baosheng slowly pulled it underneath his head to replace it with a comfortable pillow and covered Guangyan with a cotton blanket.
Sometimes, she would hear him talk to Yiyong. About his day at the hospital, about the patients he had met, and the tragic cases he would encounter there. In fact, his two high school best friends and Chuying were the same, but the difference between them was Guangyan would reach out for Yiyong's hand and then hesitate, and finally reach out when he thought that nobody was looking.
That same night, Guangyan fell asleep with half of his body on the bed while holding Yiyong's hand. Mrs. Ye smiled to herself and closed the door gently. Everything was going to be fine.
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