I woke up with tears falling down from my eyes. I was crying all alone. No one was there.
Was it all a dream? I wondered. It cant be so. It felt so real.
Forgetting everything, I got up from my bed.
I slammed the door running through the corridors to find where he was.
My dream was precise and the road leads me there correctly and I ended up at the same place that I ended up in my dream.
This time there was a door. A door which could be opened a door in which I could go in.
My hand was bleeding. Blood came out totally wetting my sleeve, but I didn't have time to care about it. I was so obsessed with checking how he is doing.
I went in, he was lying on a bed unconscious. He was on ventilators. His eyes were shut tight. Which made him look like he was dead.
