⚠: Missing person, trans Rob

Rob was your son. You loved him so, so much. He talked to you every day about school and his interests. So why did he go missing for 2 weeks in the void?

You searched. And searched. You didn't give up on him. Not like everyone else had. You couldn't. Not when his life was potentially on the line. Dead or alive, you needed to know he wasn't completely gone.

By day 13, you almost gave up. On day 14, you got a call from Elmore Hospital.

"We got a 13 year old boy asking for you. He might be your son. Please come to confirm."

You didn't even hesitate. You grabbed his favorite alien plushie Astro and sped to the hospital. You were passing cars, running red lights, and probably broke multiple traffic laws to get to him.

When you got there, you told the receptionist your name and who you were there for. He told you the room number, and you ran straight to his room. When you got there, relief washed over you.

There, on the bed, was Rob. Your Rob. Your baby girl- no, boy. When he saw you, tears filled his singular eye.

"Mom/Dad..?" His voice was so small. It broke your heart.