8-year-old schoolboy wore a winter hat in the summer heat for 40 days without taking it off: the nurse was horrified when she finally took it off 😱 😱
The weather changed dramatically, and the temperature reached thirty degrees. In the school yard, children were running around in T-shirts and shorts.
Sofia, the school nurse, was standing in the hallway and conducting a routine examination. Today, one student immediately caught her eye.
He was wearing long dark trousers, a thick jacket and… a knitted winter hat. The same one he had been wearing all winter. The same uniform, the same bobbles on the threads. The hat was pulled down to his eyebrows.
Sofia frowned.
“Hi, honey,” she said softly when he entered the office. “It’s hot, isn’t it… maybe you should take off your hat?”
The boy recoiled. He clutched the hat with both hands, as if he was afraid it would be taken away by force.
“No, thank you,” he muttered. “I… I need to wear it.”
Sophia didn’t insist. She examined him silently, but anxiety was already growing in her soul. The boy was tense, flinching every time the hat moved even a millimeter. As if something terrible was hiding behind it.
When the nurse finally took off the hat, she was simply horrified by what she saw 😱😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
Later, at lunch, she approached his class teacher.
“I’m worried too. He’s been wearing this hat every day since spring break. Never before. He had a fit in gym class when the coach asked him to take it off. We decided not to touch it anymore.”
Sophia nodded. She couldn’t get it out of her head. That evening, she called the number listed on the medical file.
“Good evening. This is the nurse at your son’s school.”
“He’s not sick,” a male voice interrupted. “We’re not the kind of people who run to the doctor over nothing.”
“I noticed he’s still wearing his winter hat, despite the heat. Maybe he has a sensitive scalp? Or some other condition?”
There was a long pause. Then:
“It’s a family decision. It’s none of your business. He knows he has to wear it.”
“I also saw a stain on the hat. It looks like blood. Were there any injuries?
“Minor abrasions. We’re coping with it ourselves. Without your help. Don’t call again.”
A week later, the class teacher ran into the medical center. Her face was filled with anxiety.
“He has a terrible headache,” she whispered. — He holds on to it, sways, barely speaks.
The boy sat on the couch, his eyes on the floor, his hands pressed to his head.
— Darling, listen, — Sofia knelt down in front of him. — I need to take a look. We’ll close the door, no one will see.
He didn’t answer. He just trembled. Then he whispered:
— Dad forbade filming. He’ll get angry. And my brother said… if anyone finds out, they’ll take me away. It’ll be because of me.
Sophia sighed heavily, put on gloves.
— It’s not your fault. Let me help you, please.
He closed his eyes, nodded silently.
When she carefully pulled on the hat, the boy screamed.
— It’s stuck… It hurts…
Solution, bandages, antiseptic. Sofia worked slowly, extremely carefully. The hat gave in with difficulty, as if it had grown to her head.
When she finally took it off, both women froze.
There was no hair under the hat. Just burns. Dozens of them. Deep, round, festering. Some fresh, some healed. Cigarette burns. Cut skin, stuck together, inflamed.
“Oh, my God…” they exhaled, covering their mouths with their hands.
The boy sat quietly, his eyes closed.
“Daddy said I was bad,” he whispered. “And my brother bought me a hat so no one would notice… He said it would pass…”
That same evening, the police took the father away. Doctors examined the boy in the hospital. He was placed in a safe place.
