I called my father, but he did not answer either.
In desperation, I called 120.
Just as the 120 doctors and nurses arrived, my parents came back.
As soon as my mother found out that Oliver was burned, she dragged my head and banged it against the wall.
"You can't even keep an eye on your brother! Why don't you just die?!"
I coughed multiple times and vomited a mouthful of blood again.
My brother was carried away by the doctor, crying "Olivia". I felt so heartbroken.
I remembered when I was young, Oliver would always follow me around. I once told him, "I will always protect you."
But now, I did not do it.
"Oliver, I'm sorry."
When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
The doctor bandaged the wound on my chest and wrapped my eyes with gauze.
I could hear my mother scolding me.
"It's all her fault for harming her brother! She's pretending to be so weak and blind!"
The doctor was a bit displeased on the side.
"She had a broken bone, injured lungs and an injured eye. She was a patient herself, so how could she take care of others?"
My mother gave him a displeased glare, as if blaming him for talking too much.
Oliver cried out in pain when he was taking medicine.