All he could see was gloominess.
There was only sleeping light in the ward, and everything seemed hazy. Sara suddenly got up and pulled the wound, and she was sweating cold sweat.
She gritted her teeth and looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning.
That strange dream made Sara panic beyond control. Her tears fell down unconsciously and soon soaked the sheets.
"What's wrong?" Liam, who was on watch at night, was woken up. He turned on the light and asked, "Does the wound hurt?"
Liam was stunned when he saw Sara's tearful face under the light. "Why are you crying? Is the wound very painful? What did you say just now?"
Sara shouted something when she just woke up, but he was in a daze and didn't hear her clearly.
Sara raised her hand to cover her sweaty forehead and gasped, "... Nothing, I had a nightmare."
Liam couldn't help but say, "How old are you? Are you so scared by a nightmare?"