"Son, you should rest first. Let us take care of Likha, you go home first and change clothes and get some sleep." Azzam's mother stroked the head of her son, who was leaning his head on the side of Likha's bed.
"But ma'am, what if Likha wakes up? She is very afraid of you two. So Azzam will stay here until she wakes up." Azzam again kissed Likha's hand, who was still unconscious.
"But your clothes are full of Zam's blood, you should change first. Then come here again." The father, who had been silent for a while, told Azzam to change clothes. He was indeed exposed to Likha's blood when he carried him earlier.
"Besides, why is he afraid of us?" Azzam's father asked his son. A smile appeared on his father's face, and Azzam felt a little calm.
