My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Instantly, the noise outside receded to a dull hum, and I stared blankly at him in the dark for a while.

He did not say anything, just hugged me and just patted me gently on the back, lulling me to sleep with peace of mind.

I was already exhausted so it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I slept through the night.

When I woke up the next day, it was bright outside the tent. It had rained all night that even the morning sun looked wet and humid.

I looked around instinctively checking that there was no one else around. For a brief moment, I felt dazed.

That man came and went without a single trace. If it weren't for the ear plugs in my ears, I would have thought last night was a hallucination!

I had a bit of a headache. Try as I might, I couldn't find the energy to leave the tent. Naomi came in and saw me lying down with my eyes opened. Concerned, she asked, "What's wrong? You're not feeling well?"

shook my head and regretted it immediately, "My head... hurts!" I managed to croak

thought. I might be

surprise, "Why is your head so hot? You must be having a fever." Then, she went out. I could hear her telling the others, "Let's hurry up and pack up. We need to go to Asherton. Arianna has a fever. She is burning

into the tent. His gaze was dark as he glanced at me. Putting his hand on my forehead, he frowned and said, "You have a

followed behind him and said, "Mr. Roberts, why don't you take her to the base of the mountain. There is a clinic over there. She needs a doctor" Hendrix nodded and picked me up. I had a massive migraine pounding through my head. I knew that it was useless to argue with them, so I didn't protest. Hendrix and I went straight to the base of the mountain, followed

After a while, I fell into unconsciousness and went back to sleep. It felt like my whole

and out of consciousness, nightmares plagued me. Nothing

saw a person standing next to me. It was Hendrix. I wanted to reach out to hold him, but I couldn't reach him no matter how hard

dreams, after trying a few times, I broke down. My emotions were

and talking to me, but I couldn't make out

with the outside world was

fall deeper into my dreams. Terrible dreams, beautiful dreams, and vague dreams, as if I was going through

scenes and emotions felt so real I could taste them. I couldn't tell what