"Roland will wake up. Let's go in and see him."
Helle was afraid that Roland would wake up and find his back burnt, which would leave some shadow in his heart.
"Okay."
They changed into sterile clothes and walked into the ward. They felt very sad when they saw Roland's frown and sweat on his forehead.
They didn't expect Roland to suffer such pain even when he was in a coma.
Helle stood by the hospital bed. Seeing that Roland's fingers were trembling regularly, she stepped forward and gently held his hand.
In the next second, like a miracle, Roland slowly opened his eyes.
He was injured in the back. There was a thick layer of the duck's down under his back. Even so, he would feel hurt when he moved slightly.
"Roland, are you okay?"
Looking at his painful appearance, Helle felt very distressed.
"It's okay. I'm still alive."