When Sam arrived at the hospital entrance, he imdiately spotted the woman with a clearly displeased expression.
Today, Mia was dressed very simply, not even wearing much makeup, looking a bit rushed.
But even in just a white down jacket that wrapped her slender figure, with her hair lifted by the cold wind, she still exuded charm.
Especially with those tight yoga pants, her legs looked incredibly enticing, even though the long hem of her jacket perfectly covered the most tantalizing areas.
The sporty look suited her well.
Seeing Sam approach, Mia imdiately snapped, "This is what you call 'almost there'? I've been waiting for five minutes!"
Sam smiled apologetically. "Didn't expect the traffic to be this bad. Don't worry."
Mia glared at him, then sighed. "I called Charlotte's parents earlier today. They said... after this month, they might consider giving up... giving up on hospital treatnt."
Sam frowned. "Most people believe that if soone doesn't wake up after three months, the chances are slim. But does it really have to co to this?"
Mia looked equally helpless. She said softly, "I want to ask the sa, but it's her parents' decision. I'm not family, so it's hard to say much. So, Sam... you understand, right? This might be our last and only chance."
It was clear that Mia was under imnse pressure.
Her gaze was more serious than ever.
Although Sam fully understood her aning and her current feelings, as they walked into the hospital, he preemptively told her, "First, we haven't fully confird the effectiveness of this thod. Don't overthink it. Let tell you what might happen."
"One, she might have lost the ability to dream. Most people in a vegetative state have severe brain damage, so we might be doing this for nothing. But that doesn't an we give up; it's just to prepare you."
"Two, she might still be able to dream, but we might not be able to wake her by influencing her dream. No matter what, it might be futile. But don't get too upset or impulsive. At least we tried, and it's not entirely your fault, so don't burden yourself with guilt."
"Three, if we're lucky enough to wake her, she might need ti to recover. Don't interfere with her family's decisions and expose your abilities. Superpowers are still too shocking in this world. We need to be patient after this and not do anything rash."
After Sam calmly and thodically explained all this, Mia's expression beca more complex.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the hospital building with him.
"I understand. I've prepared myself for this. Don't worry, I won't cause more trouble with my impulsiveness and carelessness. I'll listen to you this ti."
Sam nodded at her earnest expression. "Good. So in the dream, listen to . Tell everything you can, don't hide anything, and don't act on any thoughts alone, okay?"
Mia pouted slightly. "Am I that unreliable? You don't trust at all."
Sam chuckled. "You brought this on yourself. Why else would I be so cautious?"
"Alright, alright. After this, you'll see in a new light!"
"Let's hope so."
Sam smiled.
Mia huffed, but she didn't say what was on her mind.
With Sam by her side, she felt like a mission had a guide, like a ho had a foundation, like a battlefield had a general.
It was a magical feeling, like the strong premonition she had today.
Maybe a miracle would really happen.
On the way to the floor, Sam thought of sothing.
"Should I go to the n's room or the won's room?"
"Of course, the won's room!"
Sam's eyes widened. "Are you serious? If I get caught in the won's room..."
"The won's room is cleaner!"
"...Alright."
Sam could only use this reason to convince himself.
Though the cleanliness of hospital restrooms was debatable... but once you're in a restroom, does it really matter?
"Rember to text which stall you're in!"
"I know."
Sam hurried to the restroom. Luckily, it was empty. He looked around.
He pretended to head to the n's room, then quickly darted into the won's room, finding an empty stall. He didn't make a sound.
Once inside, he covered the toilet seat with layers of toilet paper.
As footsteps began to co and go, Sam waited nervously. Damn, why did he have to be such a pervert?
If he got caught, how could he explain a handso guy in the won's restroom without being seen as a pervert and getting arrested?
And if he ran into Aurora at the police station... wouldn't that be even more dramatic?
No, he couldn't think about that. Just thinking about it made him feel like he'd 'burst'...
Sam texted Mia.
anwhile, Mia waited for the nurse to leave the room. She looked at the pale, bloodless lips of the girl lying in bed, still youthful but now frail.
She took a deep breath.
"Charlotte, this is my last effort. Please wake up."
She took a deep breath, then took a sip of the prepared water, holding it in her mouth.
Then she leaned down towards the girl...
Half a minute later, Mia rushed out of the room.
She didn't know how long it would take for the effect to kick in, but it should be soon. As dizziness began to set in, she reached the restroom, found the stall, and coughed three tis as per the agreed signal.
Sam quickly opened the stall door, and Mia slipped inside.
She imdiately noticed the layers of toilet paper under Sam and paused.
Sam was already sitting on the toilet seat, looking at her.
"Ready?"
Mia took a deep breath, nodded, and approached Sam.
The scene was a bit embarrassing.
What they were about to do seed bold and... stimulating.
But there was no turning back now.
She spread her legs and, blushing, sat on Sam's lap.
Sam tilted his head back.
One had to admit, yoga pants were special. The unique texture made Mia's vulva feel incredibly clear.
Though this wasn't the ti for such thoughts, so things couldn't be controlled.
Like Sam's exaggerated libido.
Almost imdiately, before Mia could take the next step, she felt sothing hard pressing against her sensitive area.
Her face turned red.
"What are you doing!"
Sam awkwardly said, "You had to wear these pants? Hurry, you'll fall asleep soon!"
Mia couldn't worry about anything else. She endured the hardness below, gathering her hair with one hand.
Then she brought her lips close to the boy's beautiful face.
In that mont of eye contact.
She thought of a fateful kiss.
The sudden romantic atmosphere, though in a hospital restroom, felt strange, but... why was her heart racing?
Don't overthink it, Mia!
You're here to save soone, not get lost in this!
"Mm...!"
She kissed him.
Her mind went blank, unable to do anything else, leaning into his embrace, sitting on his lap, feeling dizzy. She couldn't even transfer the saliva.
But soon.
She felt it...
Sam's guidance...
He pried open her teeth, trembling as they exchanged the final 'ticket.'
Before falling into darkness, she opened her eyes to see Sam's expression.
He had his eyes slightly closed, seemingly not looking at her.
But... he was so handso.
Like a tiless painting, a face that shouldn't exist in this world.
But soon, Mia couldn't think of anything else.
She could only feel her body leaning into his, sinking, sinking into sleep...
Darkness.
Then chaos.
Then familiar consciousness...
It was hot.
Even blinding light gradually filled her world.
Sam opened his eyes.
He was montarily stunned by what he saw.
When he took in his surroundings...
It was an incredibly familiar street...
Even this gate...
Wasn't this Kuhang High School!
Sam turned around in shock.
He saw Mia, equally stunned, standing behind him, looking up at the gate.
Sam walked over, hearing students chatting about unfamiliar topics.
"This is the school, right?" Mia nodded.
She looked at Sam, puzzled.
"But why... are there so many people? She did attend school here, and it was sumr when she had the accident. But why are there so many people? This never happened!"
She was panicking.
Because the situation was completely different from what she had imagined.
So many people, it felt like a real world, making her think they had traveled through ti or space.
Sam frowned, thinking.
"Don't panic. This is definitely a dream. We're probably in her dream, and since she's been asleep for so long, the dream might be powerful, creating many characters..."
"So... what do we do now?"
Sam looked at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar school gate.
"What else? Do you know which class she's in? We need to find her first. Since this is her dream, she must be in the school."
Mia shook her head, troubled.
"I don't know her class... but at this ti, she should be in her senior year."
"Got it. I have an idea."
"What?"
Mia asked excitedly.
Then she was stunned to see Sam grab a male student.
"Excuse , do you know Charlotte?"
Seriously?
So straightforward?
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