Newborn Bubu wriggled across the cold table searching for warmth.
His tiny hands slipped on the smooth surface as instinct pushed him forward.
He believed his mother waited somewhere just beyond the strange empty edge.
Small cries escaped his mouth, weak but full of desperate hope.
No one noticed his dangerous journey for those few frightening seconds.
His little body leaned too far, balance lost in one helpless moment.
Bubu fell from the table, hitting the floor with a soft terrible thud.
The world exploded into shock, noise, and sudden rushing feet.
A sharp cry burst from his chest, louder than any before.
Pain and fear tangled together inside his fragile newborn body.
Hands lifted him quickly, checking every trembling limb with urgent care.
His tiny heart raced wildly beneath fingers searching for broken bones.
Bubu cried for his mother, voice shaking with terror and confusion.
Warm arms wrapped him tight, trying to replace the comfort he sought.
The fall left no broken bones but deep fear trembled inside him.
He shook and cried until his strength began to fade.
Milk touched his lips slowly, drop by drop restoring his fading calm.
His breathing eased slightly though his eyes still searched every face.
He wanted only one face, one scent, one familiar heartbeat.
The caregiver rocked him gently, whispering promises she hoped were enough.
Minutes passed like long hours while shock slowly loosened its hold.
Bubu’s cries softened into tired whimpers against the warm chest.
His small fingers curled tightly into fabric as if holding onto life.
Fear finally gave way to heavy newborn exhaustion.
He slept, still searching for his mother even inside his dreams.
The table stood silent again, dangerous and empty above the floor.
Everyone understood how close the accident had come to tragedy.
He survived tonight.
