you watched the boy, who was no older than 16-17, wander to the instant noodles aisle; he collapsed onto the floor and his frail body began to shake. you quickly ran over to his side and knelt down, looking over him with concern, and then called out for assistance.

"Dad, I need you!"

your father entered the aisle and noticed the boy immediately, he instructed to you to fetch a blanket. While you left, he carried the boy to the couch in the back of the store. his face was bloody and beaten.

"im your son dammit...why...stop..." he whispered unconsciously as his eyes became glossy. he had a fever