"You should tell him," Huobai heard his father's voice, and he frowned. His eyelids were heavy and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.
"I can't. He loves basketball, he will be devastated," his mother said, and he was even more confused. It was rare for both of his parents to be there. That's why he tried, even more, to open his eyes.
He could feel the gentle touch of his mother on his hand. And he gently squeezed it as a sign he heard them.
"Quiet. He is waking up, don't talk about it yet," his mother said authoritatively. And the tone probably startled his father enough to make him quiet.
Huobai was finally strong enough to open his eyes. And when the blinding light subsided, he could see he was in an unknown room, his father and mother sitting beside the bed he was lying on.
"Where am I?" he asked, confused, only a hazy mist in his brain. He couldn't remember anything. And before he remembered what happened, his mother spoke up.
