Brandan Hyde had a dream.
In the dream, it was a blur, and he kept falling straight into the darkness, falling and falling... as if he would never wake up.
The first sense that came back was his sense of smell.
The faint scent of antiseptic and alcohol swabs mixed together made him very uncomfortable. No wonder Iris Harris didn't want to stay in the hospital; the smell here was indeed unbearable.
It was lifeless, infinitely close to death.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above. Someone was holding his hand, and a soft sobbing sound drifted through the air.
Brandan turned his head and saw his mother's tearful eyes. The day had already broken. He didn't know when it happened, but she seemed not to have slept all night, looking very haggard.
"Brandan, you're awake?"
Lady Hyde, hearing the commotion, immediately lifted her head. She anxiously grabbed Brandan's hand, "Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"... What happened to me?"
