Chapter 206

"What's wrong with you?"

Abola pressed Green's shoulders and shook him, with an anxious expression on her face.

Green came out of the dizzy feeling and forced his eyes to focus on the face of the person in front of him.

He opened his mouth and said a word after a long time, but the sentence didn't make any sense and was almost silent, so the other party couldn't hear it and just thought he had something important to say.

"I remember it was just evening."

Green paused for a while before saying the next words.

"You must have forgotten that it's daytime again."

Abola shook her head.

"Then when was the last time we went out together?"

Green asked.

"It was the day before yesterday. The day before yesterday was the weekend. You and I went out together. We took a walk in the garden, and then walked a street in the snack street. You said you were tired so we went home."

Abola replied.

"What happened after you got home?"

Green looked at him and asked.

"You fell asleep after you got home. You

slept until dawn, but you didn't say anything. You just stared blankly with your eyes closed. I thought you were thinking about something, so I didn't disturb you.

But when I left the room and came back, I saw you fell asleep, and slept until the next day."

Abola shook his head and said.

"It seems that I really lost something."

Green muttered to himself.

"Then do you want to find it back? What is lost? Can I help? Where did you lose it? I'll go and see."

Abola asked.

"You can't find it back, only I can find it, because it's my thing, you can't help, don't make trouble, just stay here with me, that's helping."

Green sighed, looked at him, and suddenly smiled.

"Well, if you are unhappy or uncomfortable, tell me."

Abola held his hand and nodded.

"Okay."

Green replied in a very light voice.

If you only listen to the sound of that sentence, it seems that he is a kite with a broken string or a balloon that has been let go and is about to fly into the sky, and the final result is only a snap.

"I didn't think I was sick before, but later I didn't think so. Sometimes it's a good thing, but sometimes it's not. I think it's like this now because I'm too relaxed.

Because there's really nothing that can threaten me anymore, so I can do whatever I want. I'm like this when I relax, because that's how I am, and I should be like this.

Going crazy now won't affect myself, nor will it affect others, let alone anything that's good for me.

Unless there's something else I haven't done, but that's for the future, and I don't know now.

There's nothing wrong with going crazy, but things don't seem to be resolved yet."

Green's expression gradually changed from calm to confused.

He looked like he wanted to dig out his throat and shout.

But he couldn't really dig out his throat.

He also couldn't shout like that in front of others.

Being too loud would do him no good and would only make him annoyed.

He shouldn't hope to become someone he hated, but if he didn't do that, he would become more confused, or more irritated to be more precise. He

hated a life that was too peaceful.

It was as if there would be no tomorrow after he survived today.

In fact, it was originally like this.

But how did it become like this?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

When he woke up again, he was lying in the hospital.

It was said that the sedative had just taken effect on him.

"You haven't woken up for a month. I haven't talked to you for a month. Sometimes I feel like there's a corpse in front of me, but you're still breathing and your heart is beating. It's really interesting."

Abola said to Green.

His eyes were red, a bit like a rabbit's, but it didn't look like he had been crying, but because he was beginning to be infected and irritated.

Another possibility was that he overused his eyes.

That could only mean that he cared about electronic products or something else, and had spent a long time on it, so he didn't care about Green as much as before.

This was normal.

Green could convince himself that it was no big deal.

But he would still be sad.

Why didn't these people die?

Why was I the dead one?

Why can they still live as if nothing had happened.

Why are they living so happily?

Why am I the one who is sad?

The doctor came over again and gave him a sedative.

"Anyway, you'd better not stimulate him anymore. He doesn't seem to be able to accept that kind of thing."

The doctor said to Abola.

"I understand."

Abola nodded.

After the doctor left, the room was empty again.

"Is there anything else you want?"

Abra looked at Green and asked.

"I don't like the hospital. I want to go back to my own room. It's better if there's no one else in the room."

Green looked at him and said.

In fact, Green's eyes could no longer focus because the sedative was taking effect again.

He was so sleepy now, his brain was a mess, and he could hardly think. It seemed that the words he said were just instinct. He couldn't even hear what he said after he finished speaking. He fell asleep.

But when he woke up again, he was no longer in the hospital. He didn't hear clearly what he was saying, but Abra could hear it.

Abra transferred him according to his wishes.

"I'm glad you're still a normal person."

Green said.

"I'm sorry to give you muscle relaxants, but the doctor said it would make you calmer. I really don't want to fight with you. It's very tiring. I have other things to do.

I can't stay here all the time."

Abra said to him.

"I see."

Green nodded.

"I think you might want to know when you can get up from the bed normally. You can wait until the effect of the medicine wears off. It will take a few hours at most. It's still daylight now, and you can recover by night."

Abra stood up and said to him.

"Then I'll wait and see at night."

Green replied.

"Do you want to watch TV? It's opposite the bed. The TV is on the wall, the black block. You should remember it."

Abola put the palm-sized remote control on the bedside table and pointed to the opposite wall to Green.

"I remember it."

Green nodded.

"If you are interested, you can turn it on yourself. There is electricity and Internet here."

Abola said.

"I'm not interested, so put it aside and keep it away from me. Otherwise, when I get crazy, I might throw it out of the window. If the window can't be opened, I will kick it."

Green replied with a smile.

"You are not happy at all when you laugh. Don't always treat me as an object that needs to be guarded. I don't like it. Some damn annoying people are no longer in front of you. Don't treat me like this."

Abola looked at him and said.

"I know."

Green pulled the corner of his mouth and put away the smile on his face.

"You look much more pleasing to the eye now. It's not a question of good-

looking or ugly. You look more genuine this way than when you faked a smile to me." Abola smiled, and this smile was the same as Green's just now, a perfunctory, funny, and a little sarcastic.

"We are worthy of being friends, right?"

Green asked him.

"Yes, but I have something to leave now, so you stay in the room alone."

Abola nodded.

He opened the door of the room and walked out.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Green heard the sound of the door being locked.

Maybe not, it would be normal to lock someone like him in the room. Who knows if he would suddenly rush out and kill anyone he saw?

This is really a bad feeling if he was really locked in a room.

Why is it like this?

Who knows?

It's all the same.

People will die eventually.

After death, everything is a mess.

Green laughed alone in the room.

When he laughed enough, he felt sleepy and fell asleep on the bed.

He was half asleep, pressing on the pillow, thinking: The window without curtains is still too bright. Maybe I can cover all the light-transmitting places here in the future.

Or just cover the bed so that I don't see the light when I lie on it.

Or I can lie under the bed, which saves two pieces of cloth.

It's much darker under the bed than on the bed.

He had a bizarre dream and woke up with a headache, as if he had not slept at all.

"Wow, this is so painful."

Green said, looking at himself in front of the bed.

"Yeah, I hope there's no surveillance camera here, otherwise it would be hard to explain the madness, but he already knows, so there shouldn't be a special explanation."

Green said to himself with a smile.

"That's great."

Green said beside the bed.

They couldn't really tell if they were dreaming or not, but if they were, they wouldn't have to worry about being discovered by others, because dreams belong to themselves.

If they weren't dreaming now, and there really was a camera in the room, it wouldn't matter if someone found out, and the person watching the camera could only be Abra.

It got dark and then light again.

"The doctor said you're much better now, and you'll be fine if you take some more medicine. I brought the medicine for you, it's all here, you can take it all in one go, it's okay. Just finish it and you'll be fine."

Abra put a large plastic bag of medicine on the bedside table.

"Thank you for bringing the stuff."

Green opened his pocket.

He finished all the medicines, and some time had passed before Abra told him he could leave.

"I don't think it's good for you to stay in the room all the time,"

Abra said.

"You know I'm not fit for work right now."

Green looked at him.

"I know, so I don't plan to let you work. You just follow me and I'll do whatever I do. It's not difficult at all. You can stand behind me or sit next to me."

Abra said.

"Okay."

Green followed him for a while. He

looked like he was completely fine.

Abra was very happy.

"You wait for me here,"

Abra said.

Green nodded.

Abra left Green and went to the next room.

The doctor was sitting opposite.

"He's completely crazy."

The doctor said.

"I know."

"What are your plans?"

"He shouldn't continue taking the medicine."

"Whatever you say."

"I'm doing this for his own good."