"Fuh!"
Luo Sang sat up abruptly on the bed. He was drenched in sweat. His eyes were filled with fear, and his hands shook. He instinctively touched his own face.
"Sh*t! It's that dream again!" He could not help but swear under his breath. Although he did not feel any emotional fluctuations in the dream, when he woke up, the extreme panic and fear he felt made him tremble despite himself.
He wiped his face with strong movements and pressed his own eyes, trying hard to calm down. However, his racing heart would not slow down no matter what. Cold sweat continued to condense on his forehead, and eventually soaked his clothes. The beads of sweat trickled along his face, chin, and neck and down onto his back.
"Medicine… My medicine…" He quickly clambered out of bed, his body still shaking. With a trembling hand, he fumbled for the medicine that would calm his racing heart in his bedside drawer.