"GREY!"
Through the air, the girl's hand rose out of the blue. She sat up in hurry as sweats dripped down from her forehead. The heavy breath echoed in the chamber. The nightmare had approached. The scene of Grey getting shot right in the heart would not escape from her mind.
It was getting out of hand at this point. "Are you okay?" At the moment, a man's concerned voice permeated into the ears of Visha. Attracting her attention at last. She turned to the side. Meeting the Second Prince sitting by her bed's side with a tightened frown displayed across his face.
"Eamon?" Tears formed in the green eyes of the girl. The soft word that came up from her quieted the man down. He could not help but raised his hand into the air, just to caress the forehead of Visha to wipe the sweats away. "I am here to assist your condition. Rest assured"
