When Roy Lewis woke up, the sky outside the window was dyed a crimson hue by the setting sun.
It resembled the colors of the falling cherry blossoms in his dream.
Roy propped himself up and sat down on the bed, withdrawing his gaze from the window. He touched his head to find the painful drilling sensation he had felt before sleep had disappeared. His current state of mind was as peaceful and soothing as a babbling brook.
He got out of bed, washed up briefly, and then pushed open the door to the ICU ward next door.
Elizabeth Lewis, sitting by the hospital bed, turned her head when she heard the door open. Seeing it was him, she got up and walked towards him.
"Roy, you're awake?"
"Aunt Elizabeth!", Roy greeted her and looked at Mr. Lewis on the hospital bed, "How's grandpa doing now?"
Elizabeth supported his shoulder for him to sit down, "Mr. Chapman told us not to worry, grandpa's vital signs have basically returned to normal. We just have to wait for him to wake up."
