I sat up and gasped for air. Fritz quickly ran to my side. I dreamt of the young boy again from the hill. I was calling him to play. He was about to turn and look at me, and I was about to see his face. He was turning slowly, so I called him again. “Let’s play!”
Then I woke up. I was panting. It feels like I just ran miles. The same thing happened when I was in Dr. Harris’s clinic. I was about to see the boy’s face, but I always wake up before it happens. Dr. Harris said I shouldn’t force it because it’s dangerous.
I sighed. I looked around me. Where am I? Oh, now I remember. Fritz!
I looked at Fritz and saw him staring worriedly at me. Why am I on his bed while he’s sitting beside me?
I touched his forehead immediately with my gloved hand. He’s not hot anymore. I’m not sure if it wa
