Fritz’s Point of View
I woke up suddenly. I remembered my dream again. I smiled. It’s the same dream, and I still can’t see the face of the young girl, but it made me happy. I wonder if that’s the girl who they said saved me from drowning. I hope I can see her face soon.
I am better now, though still a little bit weak. But I feel that my fever has gone down already. I tried to open my eyes. Anastasia is sleeping at my bedside, holding my hands. I fell asleep while she was wiping and massaging my hands. She must be tired. She took care of me non-stop last night.
I tested my strength and tried to sit down. I am surprisingly better than I think. The meds that Dr. Reynolds administered to me last night, plus Anastasia’s care, worked like magic. I checked the time. It was only 5 a.m.
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