After all, having a nightmare wasn't an illness, much less an injury.
Child's Mom walked up to the two elders' bedroom door.
She reached out.
The next second, she froze.
What was that sound?
Child's Mom immediately opened the door.
Her sudden movement made the simple act of opening it surprisingly loud.
"Wha—"
The old woman was just about to frown and ask—
The child shook his head instinctively.
You were startled.
"Why won't he listen?!"
A strange light flashed in his eyes.
They couldn't have come back for nothing.
They were just a little red.
Child's Dad and the two elders' expressions changed.
"I'm scared."
Child's Dad took Child's Mom's hand and examined it.
"Are you okay?!"
Child's Mom's grip grew tighter and tighter.
"Dad, why are you back?"
The child shouted hoarsely.
The child looked at the two elders with an accusatory expression.
"It's fake."
The intense incongruity only made the scene more shocking.
He kept shaking his head.
The air itself seemed to grow still.
"...Le-Le..."
Child's Mom shook the child by the shoulders.
Child's Mom took the child's hand.
Child's Dad said in a low voice.
He also slowly walked into the room where the child slept.
Child's Mom had been struck like that by the child.
Child's Mom sat back down beside the child's bed.
Child's Mom's hand froze in midair.
His head kept swaying from side to side.
"Dad, Mom, how many times have Grandpa and Grandma told you?"
The child suddenly looked up.
The child muttered a long string of words.
You nudged the child's shoulder.
He didn't move at all.
A huge smile spread across the child's face.
"Are you all right?"
"Stop scaring yourself!"
His face was pale.
"There's no such thing as a man-eating sheep!"