Several hours passed, Leo who had been unconscious since yesterday was now slowly showing movement in one of his fingers.
Mrs. Serly who saw that suddenly rose from her position, moving closer to her son.
"Leo, are you awake, honey?" asked Mrs. Serly while rubbing her son's hand.
"P-phone..."
"What? Don't talk too much, honey."
"Where's my phone, Mom?" Leo stammered.
Hearing her son's question, Serly sighed harshly.
"You're seriously injured like this but still looking for your phone?"
"Get some rest, don't do anything weird, Leo," she added.
"Where's my phone, mom?" Leo kept repeating.
Again, Serly sighed harshly at her son's question. When he got his senses, instead of thinking about himself, he was thinking about his cell phone.
"Wait, I find it first," replied Serly who finally chose to give up.
After five minutes of searching, Serly could not find Leo's flat-shaped object anywhere.
