Jocelyn’s POV “Mummy,” Henry called, as I cleaned his hands and feet with a towel and warm water.“Yes, baby.”“When am I leaving the hospital? I want to go to school, mummy. I don't like this place at all,” Henry rambled out, voice shaky and eyes misty with tears. “It makes my tummy hurt.”Repressing the urge to burst into a fit of sobbing, I managed a smile and smoothened his hair. “Very soon, baby. I'm working on it.”“Really?”“Yes, my love,” I said. “I don't want you staying here either.”“Okay, mummy,” He replied, yawning. “I feel sleepy, mummy.”Caressing his forehead, I said. “You can sleep, sweetie. Mummy will be right here when you wake up.”Last night, Henry regained consciousness and was transferred from the ICU to the pediatric ward.Per my request, he had been admitted into a private ward.He was still pallor and shrunken, but at least, he wasn't connected to various beeping machines anymore.The doctor was yet to give me feedback regarding the test results, and the tho
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