Chapter 78
After Cristiano saw what was in front of him clearly, he took a breath in disbelief, and then felt his head hurt even more.
"...Kaka?" He opened his eyes wide and subconsciously jumped out of the bed.
But his lover was obviously much faster than him, or understood his reaction very well. She stood up in advance and gently but firmly pressed Chris's shoulders: "Shh, Cris, slow down, not too fast, and don't move so much. It's me."
Kaka took a deep breath, leaned down slightly, and was about to pick up Chris and help him sit up when he was pushed away by Cristiano.
Cristiano used his elbows to prop himself up on the bed, and with his other hand he shook the lifting handle beside him, slowly folding the bed up. He looked at me helplessly and said, "I just hit my head, not my hands or feet are broken and I can't move."
When Kaka heard Cristiano's words, although he was a little weak and had no strength, at least he sounded okay and was in the mood to joke with him. The expression on his face relaxed a little and he curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Okay Cris," he replied, but still adjusted the pillow behind Cristiano's back without allowing him to be refused.
Cristiano reluctantly cooperated and leaned forward, then leaned back.
He looked at Kaka, still feeling a little bit unbelievable and surprised, as well as a hint of delight - but these were soon pushed into a corner as he thought of something more important that should not be affected by him.
He raised his hand, stroked his lover's short hair, and whispered, "You are here."
Kaka paused slightly as he stretched out his hand, his eyes falling on the face of his young lover who was so close to him.
He met those warm, tolerant, and understanding eyes, and suddenly he found it difficult to maintain the already precarious illusion of balance and calm.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, bent down and pressed his face against Cristiano's. He was silent as if time had stopped.
It wasn't until Cristiano reached out and hugged him tightly that warmth suddenly welled up in his eyes.
Kaka lowered his voice and held back his sobs, muttering: "...Cris, I'm always here, always watching you lying here."
"I know, I know." Cristiano whispered. He pressed Kaka into his chest as if to comfort him, and bent his head to kiss his lover's hair.
He lowered his voice: "But you know this is inevitable as long as we keep playing."
"Look at me, I'm actually fine. I've been through all this, right? This is nothing."
As Cristiano spoke, he thought to himself, even though it happened at different times and in different games, everything changed, but football is always like this, there will never be exactly the same game process, but everyone will get injured, injuries are always inevitable.
Even if he had the ability to predict the future, he couldn't make much change in such a high-speed competition.
What made Cristiano feel even more powerless was that he knew exactly what his lover's real fear came from, but he could do nothing about it.
"Listen to it, it's beating very powerfully." Cristiano's voice softened, with a slightly rising ending tone, as if he was acting coquettishly. He put his hands loosely behind Kaka's head, held Kaka to his chest, and looked down at him.
He couldn't see the other person's eyes, but deep in his memory, he remembered those bloodshot, tired, and grateful eyes.
When Cristiano thought of that scene, his breathing became slightly disordered.
He closed his eyes, and after a long while he murmured, "Okay... You know how much I hoped you could appear in front of me, in the stands during the game, in the locker room after the game, or anywhere else, as long as it's just the two of us."
"But now I always regret it. I wish you hadn't come to the hospital that time." Cristiano changed the subject. He sighed, closed his arms, lowered his head and pressed it tightly against his lover's head. "Tell me what I can do. As long as it can make you feel better, I will do it."
"No, Cris, it's not your place to do anything. You know what? Because none of this has anything to do with you."
Because it all started with me.
Kaka raised his head, his eyes were sad but firm, his hands were tightly clasped around Chris' waist, as if they were embedded in his lover's flexible waist, he was unwilling to let go and held on tightly.
He thought to himself that all his suffering came from himself, from his cowardice and hesitation in his previous life, from his concealment and fear in his previous life.
He always knew that Cristiano was waiting for him there. He knew that he had gone to watch the game countless times but was unwilling to tell Cristiano. He privately decided to put an end to their relationship. It was all out of the confidence deep in his heart - maybe he shouldn't say that, but he really believed that his lover would be there and that his lover loved him, just as he did.
——But he never thought that such a balance would suddenly be overturned, so quickly, so devastatingly, and without any room for regret.
It was then that he realized that Cristiano was not always there, and when he left, no one could keep him, and no one could find him again.
Kaka said in his heart that I deserve this pain.
He couldn't let his own pain become Cristiano's shackles. It was unfair. In the previous life, Cristiano was the brave one, the one who kept moving closer to him. He couldn't let Cristiano suffer the same torment for the suffering he had created with his own hands.
It shouldn't be like this.
"..." Cristiano pursed his lips and looked at Kaka, "You are in pain, sad, and scared. Can I just pretend not to see it? This is not the way to solve the problem."
Kaka looked at Chris silently.
He remained silent for so long that Cristiano thought he would not get any more answers.
Kaka said: "Remember the first night I found you in this world? Cristiano, this is what you said to me--"
"Things that cannot be turned over can also be our cornerstone. I will love you more, and so will you."
Cristiano paused. He had never forgotten what he said, and until now, he still believed it.
Their past, everything they have experienced, the joy and sorrow, the pain and sigh, what they have insisted on and what they have given up, are all their memories, and are every cornerstone that makes up their love.
These colorful stones make the relationship between them three-dimensional and vivid. Like mortise and tenon joints, they are independent of each other, yet so tightly attached together.
They'll never figure it out.
He looked at Kaka. The underlying tone in his lover's eyes was both sad and determined. He realized that he could not shake the other party's decision.
"But you are sad." Cristiano murmured, rubbing Kaka's face and whispering.
"But I have you." Kaka said, and he smiled, "I have you, Cris. In front of this, everything else is not worth mentioning."
Cristiano was speechless. His face turned red, and he pursed his lips slightly and muttered, "This is too much."
Kaka heard Chris's muttering, and he sighed softly in his heart: No, it doesn't matter. Cristiano will never imagine what the world will be like without him, and will never imagine how important he is. Only he has the final say in this.
He lowered his head slightly, pressed against his lover's soft face, curved the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "It's just that, Cris, you have to endure my excessive attention and protection for you, my excessive and abrupt possessive thoughts, and, I don't want to say this, but I do...I worry about gains and losses."
Cristiano was stunned for a moment. He stared at Kaka and found his tongue after a long time: "... You don't have to endure this."
This is not something Kaka would say, he thought, but then he changed his mind and felt that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
Kaka exhaled softly, kissed the corner of Cristiano's mouth, and said softly: "That's good, Cris."
"Go to sleep, I'm here." He tucked in his lover's quilt, pulled over the folding bed next to him and sat down.
"Wait, there's one more thing." Cristiano suddenly grabbed Kaka's hand and frowned, "Where's your game? Does Carlo know you're here? He'll be mad!"
Ancelotti would be so angry that he would jump up and down.
"For the match the day after tomorrow, I will go back early. I will go back early tomorrow morning and he won't find out anything." Kaka said.
Cristiano glanced at the time and corrected him, "It was early this morning. You should go to bed as well and leave as soon as you wake up."
Kaka agreed, and as Cristiano stared at him, he had no choice but to lie back on the folding bed. He raised his hand and vaguely grasped Cristiano's hand hanging by the bed: "Really asleep."
Cristiano snorted softly, moved to the edge of the bed, and lowered his hand so that Kaka could hold it more comfortably: "You will definitely be sore when you wake up like this."
"It's okay." Kaka said.
Cristiano's ears turned red when he saw his lover's smiling eyes. He immediately closed his eyes and said, "It's up to you."
Kaka raised his other free hand and turned the light in the ward to a dim light that was more suitable for falling asleep: "Good night Cris."
"good evening."
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The next morning, Cristiano's biological clock woke him up early. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kaka sleeping on his side on the folding bed. His two hands were even on his hanging hand, leaning against the side of the bed, and his slightly curly bangs looked messy.
Cristiano grinned silently when he saw this. He took out his mobile phone, took a photo quietly, and then called Kaka mercilessly: "Wake up Kaka, you should get up."
"...Cris?" Kaka was confused for a moment, then quickly reacted and saw Cristiano raising his eyebrows at him, indicating that he should move quickly.
Kaka smiled helplessly, got up, folded the folding bed, then took a set of disposable toiletries and went into the bathroom.
As soon as he entered the bathroom, Sir Alex Ferguson appeared outside the ward.
Cristiano opened his eyes wide and looked at the opened door. Ferguson strode in, followed by Keane, Ferdinand and Neville.
Neville looked at Cristiano's bed with obvious surprise, his eyes wide open: Where is he? Where is the bed? Didn’t Kaka stay here yesterday? !
He and Ferdinand exchanged a subtle glance, and both of them narrowed their eyes and frowned - Ferdinand was going to make a note in his observation book: Kaka, deduct 20 points.
"BOSS!? Why are you here? So early?!" Cristiano shouted.
——Kaka in the bathroom suddenly froze in place.
Ferguson was startled when he heard the boy's energetic and vigorous voice, then he laughed: "You look in good spirits, so I'm relieved. Has the doctor been here?"
"Not yet." Cristiano replied. He squinted his eyes and took the apple beside him to give to Ferguson, but then paused and changed to an orange, peeled it directly and handed it to Ferguson. "But I feel much better. I should be able to leave the hospital today."
"You don't have the final say, Ronnie. Listen to the doctor." Ferguson took the orange slices handed to him by Cristiano with a soft heart, but he still looked at the boy sternly.
Cristiano stuck out his tongue and looked at his captain, while Keane was nodding in agreement.
Okay. Cristiano believes that even the doctor would agree to discharge him from the hospital today.
Sure enough, not long after, the chief doctor in charge came over and briefly checked Cristiano's condition, and announced the good news that the boy would be discharged from the hospital today.
Ferguson breathed a sigh of relief and walked out with the attending physician while whispering to the doctor about Cristiano's injury in detail.
"I told you so." Cristiano was about to get off the bed triumphantly, but was pushed back onto the bed by Keane the next second.
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"Keep lying there until the boss comes back." Keane said.
Cristiano choked: "...but I'm hungry."
"Eat fruit first." Keane said, took two apples and strode directly to the bathroom.
The bathroom was just a few steps away. Cristiano hurriedly called Keane, but Keane had already turned the bathroom door handle and was looking at Kaka who was standing awkwardly inside.
Keane: “…”
Kaka: "...Morning..."
Keane didn't let Kaka finish his words and slammed the door shut with an expressionless face.
Ferdinand and Neville looked at each other and realized that it was hidden here.
Neville covered his mouth and said, "I said he probably didn't leave."
"Hidden in the bathroom. Is there no better place to hide?" Ferdinand sneered.
"You two knew this a long time ago?" Keane glared at the two people who were whispering, and then glared at Cristiano, "What nonsense!"
Neville interrupted, "Ronnie didn't know that guy was coming. Ronnie had already gone to bed when that guy came."
Upon hearing this, Keane retracted his glare slightly: "You'd better think about how to explain it to the boss..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the boy looking at him eagerly, as if asking him to cover for him, and he was almost about to put his hands together.
Hell, no one can resist Cristiano like this.
Keane swallowed the second half of his sentence and said dryly, "I'll go check on the boss. You prepare to get that guy out quickly. Don't let the boss see you."
"Okay!" Cristiano agreed immediately.
Keane rolled his eyes, and Ferdinand and Neville had to be carried out by the captain to provide cover.
Fortunately, everything went well. Kaka even had time to quickly kiss Cristiano's lower lip before running out.
When Ferdinand turned his head to look over, he saw their golden boy blushing and rubbing his lips, mumbling softly: "...I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
Ferdinand: “…”
He really hoped that he hadn't understood anything.
Ricardo Leite! Deduct ten points! !
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