(Nafas)
The sound of strange ، makes my eyes snap open. I look around, confused...
My head turns toward the bed where Rasha is sleeping.
It's Rasha!
I sit halfway up... his body is thrashing violently, and he's groaning.
My brows draw together. I call his name softly.
—Rasha?
He doesn't answer.
I get up, squeezing my eyelids for a moment so I can see clearly.
He's asleep...
His eyes are closed. He's struggling in his sleep, fighting against something.
He's having a nightmare!
I move closer.
His body is trembling... sweat covers his forehead.
His face is flushed, and he's mumbling unintelligible words under his breath.
I call his name again.
—Rasha?
He doesn't wake up!!!
His hands are gripping the bedsheet, his teeth clenched tightly together.
I look at him worriedly.
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