When Sarah woke up with a start, her chest heaved violently, and her forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
The white ceiling made her eyes ache, and the pungent smell of disinfectant lingering in the air reminded her that she was currently in the hospital.
She struggled to sit up, but was seized by a wave of weakness. Her arms felt weak and completely drained of strength.
On the neighboring hospital bed, Raymond's eyes were still closed. His face was as pale as paper, and his brows were tightly furrowed as if he were trapped in a nightmare.
"Charlotte..."
Sarah murmured softly as tears slid from the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillowcase.
At that moment, Raymond, lying on the bed next to her, slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing Sarah's tear-stained face, his lips tremb
