Dr. Rijkaard gave her a sympathetic smile. “No, of course not.” She nodded quickly and signed where she was told to. “Do not worry, Señora Messi, we will help treat your son so that he will be able to live a nice, healthy, normal life like he deserves.”
Señora Messi smiled dimly and nodded weakly. “Thank you, Dr. Rijkaard, really.”
“It’s no problem at all,” he replied coolly, standing up and shaking her hand. “Leo will heal in time, I am positive.” He left after that, the stack of papers in his hand.
Leo’s mother turned to her son after the door close. “You know I love you, sugar,” she said sweetly with tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She bent down to hug him tightly, knotting his shaggy brown hair in her thin fingers. “Papa’s watching out for you up in the sky, okay? He won’t let anything bad happen to you. He promised.”