800 Chapter 800: Take It As One Of Your Dreams

As she approached her more and more closely, she saw it more and more clearly.

A bandage wrapped his back. Blood kept oozing out from his wound, reddening the dressing.

Other parts looked even scarier. It was covered with his sweat.

At the moment, his face looked paler. Sweat wet his short hair, making his hair look like a sharp thorn on his head.

His lips looked so weak that she started feeling sorry for him.

He grabbed the bed edge tightly with his hands to stand the extreme pain. He stretched his two arms, on which were covered with his blue veins. His muscles were tightly shrunk. Apparently, he must be in pain just now.

Hearing the sound, he asked in a weak voice, "The painkiller?"

Because he was so weak and painful now, he could not tell who came to his room.

He thought it was his doctor.

"Yes," Brittany answered in a slight voice,

Hearing her voice, Norman immediately frowned slightly. He opened his eyes immediately, fixing his powerful black eyes on Brittany.