Sixty-eight: MV3 virus

The night before...

The room was empty and motionless. There wasn't a single sound except for the continuous beeping of the monitor in the room that proved Ivan was still alive.

China sat down next to Ivan's bed, just staring at him as he slept so peacefully. She moved her hand to his hair and pulled a strand away from his face.

He had been asleep for so long that his hair had gotten longer but he still looked very beautiful.

The peaceful expression on his face suddenly disappeared and his face scrunched up like he was in pain.

China was confused, was he perhaps having a bad dream? They did say people who were in a coma were capable of dreaming.

He suddenly grabbed onto her hand and squeezed it.

"Ivan? Ivan? Are you awake? What's going on with you?!" She exclaimed.

She was beginning to get scared and confused. His eyes were still shut tightly but his grip on her hand grew tighter and tighter.

The heart monitor began to beep abnormally, his heart rate was very abnormal.

"Doctor