Scaring a ghost

In the world outside the dream...

It was already the fourth day since Misty entered a comatose state. Like always, Ver was next to her. The man had to thank his system that it could also purify his exterior, or else, he would have stunk badly by now for not bathing for four days.

Since the happenstances this early morning, Ver had turned somehow quiet, mostly silently watching over the sleeping woman. From time to time, his heart would jump out of his chest whenever he felt like he saw her lashes or fingers moving. But unlike earlier where he almost fought it out with the doctor, he only calmly looked at how things would unfold.

Of course, never did he stop hoping for the woman to open her eyes.

Sometimes he would still talk to Misty, treating her not like a patient, but a naughty girl who kept pretending that she was asleep.

Out of a sudden, a voice rang, seemingly coming out of nowhere. The being inside his brain couldn't help but r