When my neighbor called and briefly mentioned my parents' condition, I was disappointed that they only had minor injuries. But after meeting them, I found that they were much more serious than I imagined.
My mother's face was severely burned, and her body was covered with burns of varying degrees. As for my father, his arm was half burnt, and the skin on other parts of his body was gone.
Especially, if there was no skin to transplant, they would live with this scar for the rest of their lives.
Besides, the two jumped off the building to survive, so they had fractures of varying degrees.
Both of them were now lying on the bed, unable to move.
They looked weak while seeing me, but when my brother came, they were very excited.
The staff of the Child Protective Service quickly walked out and left my brother and me behind.
My mother couldn't speak clearly, but she still reminded me, "You... You must... take good care of... your brother."
"Zoe, Beth... Beth is... is the future heir... of the Floyd family. I'm... almost... dying now. You have to... take good care of him," my dad tried to persuade me.