The child's eyes were tightly shut, but his hand clutching Suga's shirt was trembling, and his temperature felt extremely high.
"Sssh... it's okay... you're safe now."
"Head... hurts..."
"Huh?"
The child's voice was so weak that Suga could barely hear him. If Suga hadn't been holding his head, he might not have realized that the child was trembling in pain. The child rested his forehead on Suga's shoulder. Suga removed the child's hood, revealing hair that was damp and matted with sweat.
"Your head? Does your head hurt?"
The boy lightly nodded.
Suga tried to straighten up, brushing the hair away from the boy's forehead. Seeing the child's face up close, he clicked his tongue in anger at the kidnapper, who was now sitting against the wall, tightly bound. How could anyone be so cruel to such innocent child?
