Xhemin woke up to the sound of whispers. Her body felt so heavy that she could not even pull her eyelids up. She slightly turned her head and tried to open her eyes, but the first thing she saw was a small basin at her side, full of blood. She became terrified right away and cried, but everything felt daze-like, so she thought it was a dream.
"Xhemin," She saw the face of Ziggy cowering before her. He was sweating and exhausted, and his grey eyes were shining—not with joy, but probably with tears.
It took her a while before she managed to call his name, "Ziggy…I'm so tired."
"I know. I know," he answered, "But I need you to stay awake for a while—"
Ziggy's voice was cut off by the sound of a baby crying. It was like the sound of a small kitten trying to beg for attention.
"Is that?"
