Chapter 2
When Cristiano opened his eyes, he felt that he was still cold all over, and the coldness of the drip injected into his veins made him feel a piercing pain.
He is still alive.
Cristiano was not very happy when he realized this. He just felt that God was indeed unwilling to accept him as his child. After all, he was a bad boy who almost betrayed the religion with the true Son of God.
Cristiano wanted to laugh, but he felt his chest aching as if it was about to burst when he took just a shallow breath.
He closed his eyes tightly, and the breathing mask was filled with damp and cold mist.
Kaka woke up almost the moment Chris woke up, but he seemed to have no reaction. He stared blankly at the man on the bed until the other man frowned and closed his eyes again. Then he seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and got up in panic and rang the nurse's bell.
"You're awake!? Cris, Cris, you're awake, aren't you? Can you look at me? Please..." Kaka's leg hit the metal bar beside the bed in a panic. He felt no pain, and stumbled closer to Cristiano. He reached out his hand and carefully touched the man's cold cheek. Fearfully and devoutly, he trembled and pressed his lips against the man's forehead, "God will bless you..."
Cristiano felt that he might be hallucinating. Kaka should be in his Italy, in the arms of his family, not in Spain, and certainly not here, by his side.
Even so, Cristiano couldn't help but want to open his eyes and take a look, maybe?
But his eyelids were too heavy, and he barely opened his eyes with a lot of effort. However, he was surrounded by angels in white. To be honest, the angels in white wearing masks made him dizzy and even subconsciously wanted to vomit.
Even so, he didn't find Kaka.
Kaka was squeezed outside the wall of angels in white. He clasped his hands tightly together and kept praying in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, those people left the ward without bringing any good news or bad news. They just announced ambiguously: "The current situation is not clear. We have to continue to observe. It all depends on Mr. Ronaldo's willpower."
"And we don't recommend disturbing the patient's rest too much." The attending physician looked at Kaka obscurely, "What about his family? I mean, those who can sign."
Kaka turned pale instantly, but soon he still maintained his usual politeness. He reluctantly thanked the doctor for the reminder and replied: "Thank you, they are already on the plane and will arrive tonight."
"Okay, then please take a rest as well." The doctor nodded slightly, then turned and left.
Kaka took two deep breaths. When he was about to go back to the ward, Benzema called again. After he had finally conveyed Chris's condition to the other party with great difficulty, he received another call from Dolores.
"...Kaka, thank you for being there. I think, I think this is very important, very important to Chris, thank you." The tired and uneasy voice of the lady on the other end of the phone was choked with sobs, almost piercing Kaka, "We are on the way, please tell me Chris's ward, and, is he okay?"
Kaka couldn't say much. He gave a message in a panic and hung up the phone.
He fell down in front of Chris's ward, just one door away, and bent his knees and buried his head in his hands. Dolores hadn't talked to him like this for a long time. After they separated again, the strong woman refused any of his calls on Christmas.
He understood Dolores' hatred and hostility towards him, just as he now hated himself.
When he heard the other party tell him with a sob that this was very important to Chris, he was devastated.
Kaka wiped away his tears, quickly got up from the ground, pushed open Chris's ward door and walked in again.
He stared quietly and infatuatedly through the breathing mask, as if Cristiano lying on the bed was a legendary and fragile item worth hundreds of millions.
——It seems to be true to some extent.
Cristiano fell into a deep sleep again, and before the group of angels in white left, he fell into the darkness again.
He vaguely realized that perhaps this was some kind of foreshadowing. His power was like being peeled off his body, and he couldn't hold on to it.
He felt a little sorry that Lady Dolores would be sad, as would his brothers and sisters, and little Mini...but at least he left enough financial security.
He hoped they could forgive him. He had always been the youngest child who was not well-behaved and a source of worry.
"In the name of Jesus, I ask that you will surround Cristiano Ronaldo with the presence of your Spirit as a shield and may your glory follow as a shield behind him."
"Lord, be a refuge for Cristiano Ronaldo. Support him with your everlasting arms and drive away his enemies."
"I entrust you with the care of Cristiano Ronaldo. I pray that your will will not be hindered by Satan and his forces..."
Kaka knelt beside the hospital bed and prayed devoutly, hoping that a miracle would happen again like when he was eighteen years old.
However, until Dolores and others arrived at the ward, Cristiano still did not open his eyes.
Another thirty-two hours passed.
Just as the doctor's rounds were over, Cristiano slowly opened his eyes. He regained some of his strength temporarily, looked around, and saw his mother, siblings, and Kaka.
Cristiano's gaze paused, and then only Kaka was left in his eyes. He pulled the corner of his mouth through the oxygen mask and shouted softly: "Kaka."
Kaka was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation outside the door with the doctor on rounds asking about the patient's condition. Dolores and Alma were still resisting him. If it weren't for Cristiano, he might not even be able to enter this ward.
When he suddenly heard that extremely subtle cry, Kaka almost thought he was hallucinating. He turned sharply to the man on the bed, almost full of gratitude, and quickly grabbed Chris's cold palm: "Oh my God, Cris, Cris..."
He didn't know that he was so bad at speaking. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence and could only respond by whispering his lover's affectionate name.
"Thank you for coming to see me with my mother and others." Cristiano grinned at Kaka. God knows how much effort it took him to utter this complete sentence.
Of course, he didn't think that Kaka had been here from the beginning, but in his opinion, the fact that Kaka and his family came here from another country was enough to surprise and delight him.
Oh Cristiano, you grew up and learned to be a decent adult man. Chris sneered and boasted in his heart.
Kaka didn't immediately react to what Chris meant.
Full of gratitude and joy, he kissed Chris's fingers one by one, thanking God for his mercy in returning Cristiano to his arms, but he didn't know that Chris could no longer feel the subtle warmth and softness.
His fingers were numb and cold, and Cristiano could only see Kaka's furry hair buried low on the side of his bed. He didn't know why Kaka didn't want to look at him at this time. Was he worried that he would see his eyes but not be able to give a similar response? He no longer looked forward to this.
He just wanted to see Kaka's eyes at this moment. Those eyes had the most beautiful, cleanest and purest color in the world. He thought that if he left under the gaze of those eyes, he would be peaceful and without any pain.
Kaka grabbed Cristiano's hand and put it against his face. He looked deeply at Cristiano and couldn't stop smiling. It was great, great.
Cristiano also responded with a smile. When he saw Kaka's eyes, his heart seemed to skip a beat, making him feel painful and sour. Those eyes were full of bloodshot and sadness. This was not what he wanted to see, and he felt very sorry for it.
He tried to move his fingers, trying to respond to Kaka, but he couldn't do more, so he could only say: "Kaka, you should take a rest."
"I'm not tired, dear. I'm fine." Kaka murmured, his eyes following every subtle expression on Cristiano's face. He still didn't understand why Cristiano looked a little sad.
Everything is getting better, he sincerely believes: "You will get better too, Cris."
Cristiano did not answer Kaka's words. He thought, what if he gets better? When he gets better, everyone will leave again because he is so damn powerful that he can do anything.
Anyone would think that it is a bad joke that Cristiano would be abandoned. After all, he is the king of gossip and no one dislikes Cristiano.
But that's the reality - he got better, and then Kaka made a brief visit to show his appreciation for the friendship, and then left and returned to normal life, and he was just a small unexpected episode.
Cristiano didn't think his heart was worth such punishment. He had had enough.
He looked into Kaka's sincere eyes, and he knew that this kind-hearted Brazilian had always been like this, and that was why the inferior and proud Portuguese boy had thrown himself headlong into the love, and even nine Hercules could not pull him back.
Cristiano suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fatigue coming up again, it was numbness from the depths of his soul. He glanced in the direction of the door and said to Kaka: "Hey Kaka, help me tell mom and them that I love them."
He paused after he finished speaking, probably realizing that this sentence sounded bad, because the Brazilian in front of him suddenly turned stiff and pale. Chris softened his heart and added: "Look, they seem to be busy right now."
"Are you tired? Okay, it's okay. I'll help you tell them." As expected, Kaka felt relieved after hearing this. He nodded, looked at Chris gently, and gently stroked Chris's forehead. "Go to sleep. I'll be here to watch over you."
Cristiano shook his head and forced a smile: "Kaka, you should look in the mirror. You are the one who should rest. Rest here with me. I want to watch you sleep."
Kaka was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Chris whispering like a close lover: "Just like before, okay?"
Cristiano smiled at him softly and cutely, as if he had returned to the boy he was several years ago, completely different from the King of the Bernabeu who was gradually maturing and smiling less on the court.
Kaka seemed to be confused, or maybe the words "like before" made him feel warm all over, as if he was soaking in hot spring water. He subconsciously agreed and kissed Chris's cheek: "Okay, tell me if you need anything, okay? I promise I will wake up right away."
Cristiano just looked at him. Kaka still couldn't resist the less than ten hours of sleep for several days in a row. He was too tired, and his lover's peaceful gaze made him feel safe. He couldn't help but let go of all the tension.
He held Chris's hand and placed it against his cheek, like a child grabbing the corner of his parents' clothes before going to bed, as if this way he would not be carried back to his room to sleep alone after falling asleep in the middle of the night.
But obviously, everyone knows that the child will eventually have to sleep alone to withstand the long night, and Kaka is destined to understand that even if he grabs Cristiano's hand, he cannot stop the other party from responding to God's call.
He was awakened by a shrill alarm and felt extremely cold the moment he woke up. However, he did not realize what had happened. He only knew that countless people rushed in the next second and pushed him out completely.
Kaka looked at him blankly, watching the doctor take off Chris's hospital gown, and watching the two pacemakers hit Chris's chest, but failing to have the effect they were supposed to.
The cries and screams of Dolores and Alma bombarded his ears, and he felt as if he was struck by lightning.
The Father has forgotten His followers.
"We tried our best, we're sorry..." The angel in white came out and announced the final news.
Dolores screamed, and Ricardo Leite knew that he was dead at the same moment.
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"Kaka, I think we will be buried together, so we only need to think of an epitaph. I'll leave this difficult and troublesome task to you, dear."
The handsome and flamboyant Portuguese happily lay on the Brazilian's thighs, pressing his tongue against the soft flesh in his mouth, and talked about death playfully and mischievously. That's because they both still felt that it was very far away from them, and being buried together sounded very romantic without having to be afraid of death itself.
Kaka stood at Cristiano Ronaldo's funeral, unaware that Chris had already bought the grave - a double grave, just like when they promised each other.
He stood in front of the pile of flowers, feeling strangely at peace in his heart.
He found his spot and Chris found it for him.
"Please allow me to be buried with him, please." Kaka prayed, but his parents screamed as if they heard the words of the devil Satan, staring in disbelief at their son, whom they had always been proud of.
"Ricardo Izexon dos Santos Leyte! Do you want your entire family to become a joke because of you?!"
"You are crazy, you must be crazy."
Bosco and Simeone, his parents did not believe in such determination. They vaguely knew that Kaka had made mistakes, but before they stepped in, their eldest son, who had always been worry-free, fixed the mistakes himself and put everything back on track.
So they were sure that this time it was just an impulse.
A few days later, they got a picture of Kaka who almost lost his life due to hunger strike and lack of water. Simeone covered his face and couldn't believe it, while Bosco, after a long silence, gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if you die, Kaka, we will never let you be buried with that guy, never."
"Even if you die, you will be in the family cemetery and will never meet that boy!"
Kaka suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he was on the verge of collapse: "Father, father...you can't..."
Simeone also screamed to stop him: "Bosco! What are you talking about!?"
Bosco ignored Simone's screams. He looked at his son with gloomy eyes. He was just a poor father who was powerless to change his son's will to die.
"So, Kaka, do you still want to die? If you're alive, you can still be a vigil keeper for that kid. If you die, you will never see him again." He said the cruelest words.
Kaka shook himself, then stood up and looked at his father and mother: "...I understand."
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