Dangerous Liaison

14

All of a sudden, the quiet surroundings became more and more noisy. The voices of people and machines converged together.

I was like a drowning fish that had been fished out of the water. Fresh oxygen pumped into my nose, and I suddenly woke up.

Someone was holding my hands tightly. They were slightly cold, his fingers were long and slender, and his joints were distinct. I could even clearly identify the blood vessels on the back of his hand and wrist.

The white mist in front of him dissipated, revealing the face that I had been dreaming of.

Dwayne's pale face was covered with tears. "You're finally awake..." he said trembling.

I was really in the hospital. The air conditioner in the room was so cold that I couldn't speak.

My heart clearly hated him. However, when I looked at him, my fingers unconsciously reached out to touch his forehead and gently stroked the scar that almost covered his face.