In one of the wards of the hospital, wails dominated the entire room as light cast over Connor on the bed with a broken arm that was barely attached back to his body. His mother was standing beside him and was holding his other hand in between her hands as they both shed tears non-stop.
Connor cried out loud, "Mother it hurts..." He wailed in agony.
The red-headed woman nodded in approval because she knew he would feel that way, "I know son" she caressed his wet cheeks with a sigh. "Don't worry, you'll undergo surgery and hopefully, it'll become intact once again" She consoled him.
Connor replied to her, "I'm scared mother, I'm scared, What if it fails? Will I never be able to use my hand again?" He shed more tears.
"Be positive son!" His father who was at the side yelled out. He also was stupefied to have found his son online with a torn arm that was being carried away by an ambulance.
