The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 14

Tyler hurriedly approached his mother, who lay on the bed, still struggling to find comfort. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as his hands trembled, desperately seeking solace for his mother's weary body. With a slight curve in his posture, he leaned in closer, fixating his gaze upon her face.

"Mom! Are you okay?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a blend of fear and relief, grateful to witness even the slightest glimmer of consciousness from his beloved mother.

Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if clinging to a veil of darkness, while she managed to emit soft, muffled grunts. Feebly, her hands left the confines of the bed, moving slowly and jerkily, devoid of strength, until they found their way to Tyler's face. Through her eyelashes, still weighed down by the lingering effects of anesthesia, she managed to open her eyes, their dryness accentuating her weakness.

"Tyler," she whispered, her voice feeble yet just barely audible.

As tears welled up in Tyler's eyes, he whispere