That morning,
Victor woke up feeling his body ache and his head heavy. Opening his eyes with all his might, grunting, he could feel something in his right hand at the time now. His eyes remained focused there.
Irene was seen sleeping soundly on a chair in a position that looked very tiring while her left hand was holding his hand there.
The scene making Victor smiled a little there along with the guilt feeling after looking at his wife tired face. Little by little his memory of what had happened began to enter his mind. He sighs heavily, there.
Hearing the sigh even though it just faint noise, Irene wakes up in her sleep. Slowly, with sunken eyes she got up and looked at Victor, who was now looking at her with big eyes.
"You're awake? How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Irene asks in worry. She is still holding Victor hands at the time and Victor also didn't push her away.
