Chapter 48

Alexa Wilson was rained and frightened, and many fell asleep.

That night, she didn't sleep very soundly, and she always dreamed of bizarre scenes.

Rough waves, icy decks and... guns...

All kinds of things beyond her cognition appeared in the dream, shrouded like a huge shadow.

I was tormented in my dream, and the wound on my shoulder began to heat up and sting.

Alexa Wilson was worried that Bentley Davila would smell the medicine, so she simply sprayed iodophor without any other treatment.

In the second half of the night, she arched her back in pain.

The hot and cold feeling made her feel like floating in the sea.

Alexa Wilson grunted, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands.

Sweat slid down the forehead, soaking the pillow towel.

Bentley Davila's sleep was shallow, and he opened his eyes instantly when he heard her make a movement.