"It was just a nightmare," Tristan mumbled as he flopped back to his bed.
He couldn't shrug off what he just dreamt. It was a terrible dream. He didn't think Summer would also look scary.
Did it mean something? Was it bad or good?
Or, did Summer get angry at him and she just showed it through his dream?
Tristan was startled as his door creaked. He saw Amber close the door after.
"Uhm. I forgot to ask you what would you like to drink so, so I brought two glasses." Amber walked in and put down the tray—with two glasses of water—beside his bed.
"The left one is cold and the other was just normal," she added.
"Thank you." Tristan got up and drank the normal water. "By the way, why are you here?"
Amber flinched; her heart suddenly beats so fast. "A-uhm. I... I don't think you're fine. And, Trish was really worried. So, to put her mind at peace, I presented to take care of you."
Tristan just nodded. "What about the video?"