Daisy Ginger turned her face to look at him. Perhaps due to the blood loss, she became very drowsy, and in less than five minutes, she fell asleep against the pillow.
Edward Stephens sat by the bed, looking at Daisy's pale face under the light.
Words from Nicholas Woods echoed in his mind.
"Establish an intimate connection."
"This is also a form of desensitization therapy."
"Maybe it will help alleviate her PTSD."
*
Edward leaned on the sofa, suddenly feeling a violent shake from the bed. He woke up instantly and quickly turned on the light, only to see Daisy, eyes closed, struggling on the bed with rapid breaths.
At some point, her face had become covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her skin with cold sweat. This was the first time Edward had witnessed Daisy's nightmarish state up close, her eyes tightly shut, silently screaming like a prisoner on the brink of death.
