Huobai was slowly coming to himself. He was out of it most of the time, even hours after the operation. He had weird dreams about a house in a garden and a dragon that was guarding it.
His mouth was dry and his hand hurt from the constant pressing of the blood pressure reader. He moved his head a bit and saw his mother sitting on the side in a chair and sleeping.
Huobai didn't want to wake her up, so he quietly tried to reach for his phone. He couldn't feel his leg at all, so it was hard to use it to get himself closer to the table.
He stopped reaching for the phone and, full of hatred, looked down on his knee. Now he had to wait to know whether he would have to fight for his life or he would be one of the luckier ones.
His phone on the night table vibrated once more. Since he woke up, it was actually for the eighth time already. That's why he was trying to reach it. To know what was going on.
