Chapter 83 (1/2)

The first day, she woke up, but her eyes never looked at me. Her eyes were empty, without any luster, and I called her ”baby.”. And her eyes looked at me calmly, as if she didn't know who to call.

She was quiet and didn't cry. She kept her eyes closed during the day and pretended to be sleeping, but I knew she wasn't sleeping.

At night, she had nightmares, crying in her dream, crying all the time I hugged her, hugged her tightly, stroked her back, and kept telling her, ”I'm by your side, I'm by your side.”

Her tears fell on my hands and I dried up a little bit. Don't cry Don't cry

The next day, she still ignored me. I wasn't in her eyes.

I fed her porridge and she didn't move. And I put the porridge into my mouth and fed it to her. She vomited. I feed, she spits We have been in a standoff for a day, she did not eat anything, eyes are always calm.

When I reached out to touch her, she didn't let me touch her. She looked at me calmly. Then she hit the wall with her back, and her back bled again.

I understand what she means, so I don't touch her.

But late at night, when she fell asleep, I quietly stood in front of her. However, she still had nightmares, crying all the time, and tears kept falling down, just like a wronged child, sobbing.

I watched her all day long. And this time, I was able to hold her unconscious, always holding.

On the third day, she began to change her medicine for the first time. When the bandage that has been tightly attached to her wound is torn, her skin and flesh will also be torn along with it. Even though I know that the nurse has done her most tender action, I feel distressed. I watched her bite her teeth and did not say a word. At that moment, I hated myself.

My back also needs to be changed. I pulled the bandage off myself. When I pulled the bandage from my skin and pulled it off along with my skin, I had a kind of A feeling of joy.

Her pain, I also accompany her, I have to be more than her pain on many many many times.

On the fourth day, she still did not say a word and lay quietly in bed. And my existence is air. She ate by herself. She didn't want me to feed her. As soon as I fed her, she vomited. The nurse came to wipe her body, because she didn't let me touch her.

And I always accompany her quietly. She takes me as air, it's ok Air is everywhere, even if she deliberately ignored, but it is always inseparable from me.

On the fifth day, she had a high fever and was confused And then he was crying all the time, always saying, ”why Why am I a substitute Why I will fall in love with you... ” My hand is holding her hand. Suddenly, there are water drops on the back of my hand, and then I find that It's like it came out of my eyes.

It was the first time I had touched her body during the day, and after she was injured, I could personally wipe her body with warm water instead of being jealous that the nurse could touch her.

I find that I miss every inch of her skin.

On the sixth day, her fever subsided, but she was so absent-minded that she could not eat any food.

I ran into the kitchen and made many kinds of appetizing porridge for her, and served them in front of her.

She just took a look, then looked at me calmly, and finally poured the bowl after bowl of porridge on the ground.

She doesn't eat the food I made for her.

On the seventh day, I pushed her out for a walk. She had been sitting quietly in her wheelchair and looking into the distance. I accompany her side, accompany her to do a day, from the morning to sunset, until late at night.

We did not say a word, we did not have any eye contact, I just quietly accompany her side.

On the eighth day, after pushing her out for a walk, she no longer pretends to sleep during the day, but will be pushed out when the weather is fine and stay quietly in the open field. She can read books, but most of them are in a daze.

I accompany her, every time to sunset, I will push her back. She will lie in bed quietly.

At night, she still has nightmares. I hold her. Only at night can I touch her.

I hold her, coax her, but she is still in my arms inside tears to dawn.

It's been like this every night for eight days.

On the ninth day, she still turned a blind eye to me.

The tenth day, I saw her eyes stay on the page of a book for a long time. It turned out to be a picture of ice sugar gourd.

So when she was watching the sunset, I took out the ice sugar gourd which had been hidden in my arms and put it on her hand. I think, I am like a young boy in love, my heart is beating violently, will she like it?

I said, ”I didn't make this You can eat it. ”

Then she has been looking at the bunch of ice sugar gourd, hard throw away.

At night, she still had nightmares, but I heard her murmuring in her dream, ”can you not be nice to me I don't want Addicted again Don't rely on it anymore. ”Fool, my little fool.

On the eleventh day, breakfast is hawthorn porridge prepared in the kitchen, lunch is hawthorn cake, dinner is sweet Hawthorn soup, and hawthorn dessert.

I just said to her in silence, ”these are all made by chefs If their food doesn't satisfy you, what's the point of keeping them? ”

So she pursed her mouth and froze for a long time, but she finished all the food.

On the twelfth day, her bandage could be removed, but I saw two scars on her back that would always remind me I was the culprit.

The nurse said to her, ”your wound has healed.”

She just ignored me, but for others it was the same as usual.

She was silent for a long time and then said, ”here I am How long will it take to heal? ”

The nurse was silent, so was I.

As we can see, she's pointing to the location of her heart.

That night, when she had nightmares, I was listening to her whisper until I heard a sentence, ”eat till you spit...”

I smile knowingly. From yesterday till today, I have asked the kitchen to prepare all kinds of Hawthorn food for her, for fear that she would like to eat it. Finally, she was interested in the same food, but she didn't expect

On the thirteenth day, breakfast was preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I secretly looked at her and found that she looked at the breakfast changed, which was a quiet sigh of relief.

On the fourteenth day, we moved back to the room.