The pain was unbearable because he couldn't answer why he was feeling it or what he had done to get this pain.
Steven looked at madam flitch, madam Roseline flitch, his mother figure, he remembered all the time his mother failed to play the role of a good mother to him but Roseline flitch did. He was happy that he was near her when this pain hit him, but he couldn't tell her what was wrong and he couldn't even see the tears in her eyes either.
He knew she was on the verge of crying because he was in pain and she knew he would hide it if she cried so both of them controlled themself for the other.
"What's wrong with me?" he whimpered.
"Nothing is," she reassured.
he looked at her, "There is nothing wrong in feeling pain, nothing wrong in crying." she patted him gently while controlling his own tears.
