"Yeongsoo, call the doctor," Haeun said urgently, turning back to the child. "The baby isn't out, little cutie, what's your name?"
"…"
"Daddy doesn't like me; he didn't give me a name. Is 'Ugly Thing' a name?"
Haeun felt his heart clench as he shook his head, holding the child's hand gently. "Would you like me to give you a name?"
The child nodded, and Haeun smiled. "How about Suho?"
The child's face brightened, a small smile breaking through his dull expression. "I like it."
"Suho, can you tell me where your parents are?" Haeun asked softly.
Suho's grip on the sheets tightened, and his eyes darkened. "Daddy killed Mommy, and Mommy killed Daddy. They're buried. I don't like living in the orphanage; they make me feel like poop. I don't like it there; they don't let me eat egg rolls."
Haeun's heart sank further at the boy's words. The trauma he had endured was palpable. And he wished he could do something to help him.