I watched the box fly high into the air, then fall heavily and break into pieces. The tightly wrapped "baby" inside rolled out and rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain.
I didn't know where the strength came from, I shook off the person who was holding me down, and ran towards my "baby" regardless of everything.
It's just that I ran too slowly, too slowly.
Just when I was about to catch up with it, a wild dog suddenly ran out from the side and swallowed it in one bite.
My baby, my baby...
Everything went dark before my eyes and I fell headfirst.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw Steve's relieved expression.
"May, you finally woke up."
Looking around, I found myself in his hospital.
He looked at me with guilt.
"The doctor said you were injured that day. I'm sorry, I didn't know!"
"It's all my fault. I failed to protect you!"
"Just stay here and take good care of yourself. I'll serve you!"
He reached out and tried to ruffle my hair like I always liked.
I turned my head away from his hand.
He stopped where he was awkwardly and tucked the quilt in for me as if to cover up.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, clumsily peeling an apple, when the phone rang.