On Wednesday, I had almost fully recovered from my injuries.
"What happened to you!? Who did this!?", my mother had screamed at me when I had came home that Monday, steamed as hell.
My father was also not thrilled about seeing his son mangled up.
"I will call the police!", he yelled.
"Okasan, otosan. It's okay. I risked myself to save another.", I say to them, mustering up a smile from my scraped mouth.
Mother cries while father consoles her, holding her.
"Son...please take the day off tomorrow.", my dad says, looking at me.
"Demo.", I say to him.
"No buts. Please, I beg of you. We'll take care of the paperwork to keep you here.", Father says.
"O-ok.", I say to him.
"You look like you can use some rest. Why don't you take a good nap, 'hero'?", he says, tearing up.
It's clear that every second passing makes it even harder for them to see the condition I was in.
I slept Tuesday off.