The little boy woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain; his mother, terrified, saw that he had a high fever, but the child desperately refused to take off his hat
The little boy woke up late at night and screamed in pain. His mother jumped out of bed, turned on the lamp, and rushed to him. His forehead was burning hot, his eyes were shining with fever, he was crying out in pain and holding his head. But something else alarmed her even more — the boy was gripping his knitted hat tightly with both hands and repeating through his groans:
— Don’t take it off… please… don’t take it off…
At first, the mother thought he was just cold or that it was some childish quirk. But the stronger the pain became, the more desperately he clung to the hat. He writhed and cried as if he feared she would tear off part of his head along with it.
— Sweetheart, let me look… — she whispered, but the boy shook his head again, clenching his teeth.
Only at dawn, when the fever rose even higher, the fever reducers stopped working, and the boy nearly lost consciousness, did the mother realize she had no choice. She gently took hold of his shoulders, firmly pushed his hands aside, and pulled off the hat in one swift motion.
What she saw made her sit down on the bed with her hand over her mouth. Under the hat was… Continued in the first comment
On the boy’s temple was a huge dark red-purple hematoma, swollen and pulsating. The skin around it was scraped, as if he had hit his head more than once. The injury was old but so inflamed that the fever had risen to a critical level. That was why he was in such pain.
And only then, drifting in and out of consciousness from the fever and weakness, the boy whispered:
— Mom… they… in the schoolyard… they pushed me… hit my head against the wall… and then hit me again… I… didn’t want you to get mad… I didn’t want to cause problems…
He closed his eyes again, as if ashamed of his own pain.
The mother sat completely still as a cold fury slowly rose within her — not at her son, but at those who had done this to him, and at a system where a child is afraid to speak up, just to “not cause trouble.”
She called an ambulance, then the school, then the parents of the boys responsible. And for the first time in many years, her voice was icy, firm, and unshakeable.


