At first, Monet couldn't recognize the voice because he sounded gruff and nasal-tone. At the same time, she could sense the familiarity whenever he spoke to her. She had tried too many times to wake up so she could find who was disturbing her sleep but no matter what she did, her eyes just wouldn't open.
Now was a different thing. She didn't force herself to wake up nor she wanted to know who the man was. Her body just did what it wanted to do and when she opened her eyes; she regretted doing so.
[What the hell is he doing here?!] She wanted to shout but she couldn't find her voice to say these words. Her throat hurts so much when she tried to talk. [Oh, please! God, no. Please don't do this to me.] Her tears started falling on the side of her face and when Thomas raised his head to look at her, he was shocked.
