Outside the window, the trees swayed gently with the wind; occasionally, the chirping of birds could be heard.
Sunlight, filtering through half-open white curtains, sprinkled onto the neat single bed.
The air had a slight scent of disinfectant, but it wasn't pungent.
The room was small but decorated simply and functionally. A tranquil landscape painting hung on the wall, and on the modest bedside table sat a glass of water, a stainless steel insulated lunch box, and a basket of fruit, as if someone had hurriedly brought them and then gone back downstairs.
"Ah!!"
On the white hospital bed, the young man suddenly awoke, and immediately began to pant for breath.
"Finally back..."
He muttered distractedly to himself.
Very quickly.
What caught his attention wasn't the simple furniture in the hospital room.
It was the concerned face on the stool not far away, with green eyes that couldn't hide his worry.
"Eduado, how do you feel? What did you dream about this time?"
