The doctor came out of the ward looking cautious and closed the door.

Keith sat aside and looked at the gloomy-faced Eric, who had such ashen and defeated eyes. Eric looked like a different person compared to the spirited man he was back then.

“Ferg…”

Keith suddenly did not know how to speak.

Eric raised his dark eyes drearily to look at Keith. His voice was deep and hoarse with unspeakable sadness. “I just had a dream that I called her to give blood to Wendy. She obediently agreed and went. I told her not to go in the dream, that Wendy was just pretending and that she doesn’t need to donate blood. But she couldn’t hear me no matter what I said. She didn’t turn back…”

Keith choked for a moment. He felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed into his chest.

He saw Eric’s lax and listless eyes that looked like they were looking through Keith and lamenting the past.

Eric finished speaking. His eyelashes quivered as he asked Keith, “I want to be good to her, but why am I always doing thi