My sleepy eyes stare at the slow dripping IV. I am laying my head next to my mother’s body which is so weak. Since a moment ago I have actually closed my eyes. But anxiety and worry over my mother’s deteriorating health make me unable to sleep.

I look again at the tube, soon it is needed to be replaced. Drop by drop doesn’t escape my attention. The nurse asks me to immediately notify her if the runs out.

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Then I mustn’t sleep. I force my eyes to open widely. Seconds after seconds have passed, and the is not over yet. And then the dizziness begins to seep into my head. Drowsiness also follows my eyes.