I heard it and wanted to answer the voice, but I couldn't say a word.
He was still calling out my name, "Arianna." I tried to find the source of the sound based on my senses. Probably because I was trying too hard to grasp a hold of it, I suddenly found it difficult to even breathe.
In a daze, I seemed to have opened my eyes, and saw the black shadow standing next to me. I was more than familiar with it.
I reached out to grab onto him again. I felt the familiar warmth, but I didn't have much strength, and my hands slipped away from him again.
In the next second, my hand was suddenly held in a tight grip. He said, "Arianna, I'm right here!"
It was Hendrix's voice.
Hearing his voice, the fear and helplessness in my heart went away.
I wanted to nod, but I had no strength at all. | couldn't seem to even lift my eyelids.
"What's the matter? Why isn't she waking up yet?" Hendrix's question rang in my ears. I could imagine the way he was looking at the doctor with
a frown.
"She's already out of danger. There aren't any problems now. She's still sleeping because of the exhaustion, and she'll soon wake up after resting," the doctor said.
I was wide awake, but I couldn't open my eyes, and I didn't have any energy.
I heard some footsteps in the room, probably someone leaving. After a while, I felt my hand being held, and my fingers were interlaced with another's.
There was a low voice beside my ear that said, "Arianna, you've been sleeping for two days already. Don't sleep anymore. Wake up!"
I wanted to say something and to open my eyes, but I couldn't, no matter what.
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