Her throat was dry, as if it was blocked with a ball of cotton. She furrowed her brows slightly and lifted her head to look around.
The scent of the disinfectant filled her nostrils. She felt weak and without strength. She whispered faintly, "Water..."
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum.
The nurse seemed to understand and quickly poured a cup of hot water, helped Norris Moore sit up, and fed her the water.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Half a month," the young nurse replied in excitement, "We thought you wouldn't wake up..." She swallowed the rest of her sentence, "It's good that you're awake now, it's good that you're awake." She laughed foolishly in joy.
Norris took the water cup in her hand, "I can do it myself."
The young nurse saw that she was spirited and stood up, "I will go contact Mr. Smith. He just came over, he should be in the dean's office."
Norris showed no expression on her face, slowly drinking her water with an indifferent demeanor.
