As he ran through the long white corridors of the hospital, he thought his mother was going to die. The paramedics were right in front of him, but it felt like they were a mile away. Reaching out his hand, he began to shout: PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, the words fell out of his mouth. He fell to his knees, the white ground in front of him had droplets of blood coming out of his mother. Time passes, the boy lying on the ground, motionless, just staring at the flickering light above. Footsteps approached, the boy remained motionless, not caring who it was. I found the boy, finished. Excellent nurse, take him to operating room number 3. I got it. The nurse stopped and looked at the boy, she felt sympathy for him. She observed how the boys' skin was turning pale. No child should experience this, the nurse said under her breath. Continuing her walk, she, as a boy, decides to lie down on the ground. Hey buddy. How are you ? There was no response. Lying on the cold and barren ground, the pain was indescribable. The nurse couldn't stand the stinking pain in her back and decided to get up; she crouched down and held out her hand to the boy. Come with me, okay? Holding her hand was the only communication they had so far. Her hands were cold as steel, the nurse's face became worried. Let's warm you up, okay? Holding hands, they walked towards the reception on the eighth floor. Hey, do you know if the cafeteria is still open? I think so, but you better hurry, it's almost eleven. The boy looked up at the nurse, tears streaming down his face. Oh, don't cry. Give him a hug. Let's go get some coconut. Sitting in the cafeteria, there was still no communication between the boy and the nurse. Delicious coconut, huh? Looking across the table, he pushes the coconut away; I don't know... middle of paper ...... m, she didn't know what was going to happen next. Who was the boy going to stay with in case something happened? The lessons she had learned caused her to fall asleep and return to a coma. The boy just observed his mother. The boys' eyes were filled with tears. As a mother, he also taught what was happening. The isolation of the room made him feel overwhelmed. Hyperventilating the boys, Asma arrived, the nurse who had helped the boy earlier in the night saw that he didn't look well. What was she going to do? Help! Doctor! She rushed to put him on the bed next to his mother. Doctor, we're not stopping this, the boy will eventually go into cardiac arrest. I know nurse, I know… While walking to and from the hallways, the mother became agitated, she didn't know what was happening to her son. She knew she had done something wrong. Why couldn't this situation be resolved. She taught