Chapter 245

My tears were like water from a broken faucet, flying out and splashing everywhere.

I was coughing and crying, my voice was almost hoarse and I couldn't say anything.

I held my friend tightly and didn't want him to leave me.

He patted my back and held me in his arms to comfort me.

I gradually felt sleepy, but I didn't dare to sleep. I stared with my eyes wide open, and there were already red bloodshot eyes.

He held my face and looked at me. He saw that my eyes were bloodshot. He felt sorry for me and told me that he would always be by my side as long as I didn't let him leave.

I chuckled, and then burst out laughing.

My voice finally became completely hoarse.

My friend took me to the hospital.

I kept my eyes fixed on him.

I held his hand tightly, I didn't dare let go of him. I was afraid that he would disappear if I let go. I was afraid that he would disappear if I blinked. I was also afraid that he would disappear if I fell asleep.

People along the way thought I was strange when they saw me.

Because I closed my eyes, watched him wipe his tears and smiled, and my eyes had become swollen from too many tears, like two walnuts.

But when I thought of him being by my side, I couldn't stop being happy.

When I thought about the possibility of him disappearing from my life, I was so sad that I couldn't stop crying.

I've never been so conflicted, but since my friend came to me, I've had many more firsts, this is just one more, no big deal.

As long as my friends are by my side, it doesn't matter, because nothing in the world is more important than having my friends by my side.

There are no people in the world who are more irreplaceable than my friends, at least to me.

At least that's the case for me now, I can't leave my friends.

But after arriving at the hospital, I had to register. My friend originally wanted me to stay in one place and wait for him to come back so that he could register me and pay for me, but I didn't want to do that.

Because I didn't let him go.

My friends are concerned about my condition, especially about my brain, and I know that anyone who sees my face would be concerned too.

What's more, he is my friend, he would worry about me more than ordinary people, I know, but I really can't control my own emotions and expressions.

If I could control my facial expressions, I would be an actor. If I could control my emotions, I would be a robot. But I am nothing.

I am more ordinary than ordinary people.

In a sense, from my point of view, it is a great humiliation for my friend that his friend has become my friend.

But I still don’t want to let go. If my friend leaves me, will he come back?

I can't believe it. I don't want to gamble.

I knew my friend was a good person and would not leave me alone in the hospital, but I was reluctant to let him go, and that was a difficult thing for everyone.

Seeing my doctors and nurses, the patients and their families passing by, my friends and me.

Everyone is struggling with this.

But my friends are the hardest hit.

I know I shouldn't make things difficult for him, but I don't want to leave him.

He read my intentions in my tears.

He was helpless again. He hugged me and told me that he would not abandon me, and if I wanted to be with him so much, I could go with him.

I couldn't wait to agree with him.

I tried hard to stop my tears and gave him a smile. It might not look good, but I was really happy.

He pulled me with a look of sympathy on his face, as if he was taking care of his stupid brother, but I knew I was not crazy, nor was I stupid, so I was happier than before.

It was abnormal that he and I were inseparable, and everyone knew it, but they didn't think anything else about it. They just thought I was either crazy or mentally ill.

My voice is hoarse, so I can't speak for the time being. After a period of treatment, maybe my voice will get better, but not now.

So I can't speak now, and I can't explain that I'm normal to those strange looks they give me.

What's more, they actually saw the whole thing, how I entered the hospital, how I found the bed, and how I held on to my friend and was unwilling to let go.

They saw everything, they knew everything.

It was no use trying to explain to them because they only believed what they wanted to believe.

My friend didn't think there was anything to justify, so I didn't need to justify myself to him.

What's more, I'm dumb now.

When I looked at my friend, I suddenly felt happy. Even if I was dumb, I could still be happy because my friend was by my side.

Because I can't speak now, I can always look at my friend, so I can pull my friend with confidence.

So I can write on paper, because I am worried that after you leave me, I won’t find your name and won’t be able to find you, so I don’t want to let go.

I know this is really unfair to my friend, but my friend doesn't blame me at all. I'm very happy because that's just how he is.

He is a very nice guy, I knew that when I became friends with him.

It's not like I became friends with him the first second.

I am happy now because he is with me.

I know that what I am feeling is not normal, but I am already sick and mute, and I am in the hospital, so it is understandable that I am a little bit abnormal.

My friend didn't care about this, I hugged him tightly and he promised me that he would not leave me for the time being, I was very happy.

But because of the moment he mentioned, I was particularly afraid.

How long is temporary? How long can temporary last? How long can temporary allow me to keep him?

I thought about this and tried to speak, but my throat was still hoarse, so I started coughing, and the coughing made my throat worse.

I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood when I coughed. My friend was shocked and asked the doctor to come over and take a look. After the doctor examined me, he said that it was just bleeding in the throat.

This is not a big deal. As long as you stop trying so hard to speak, it will be fine. After a period of time, you will get better after treatment in the hospital. If you cooperate with the treatment, there will be no sequelae.

My friend thanked the doctor very much and sent him out.

But after he sent the doctor, he closed the door and turned to look at me.

I could tell from his serious expression that I didn't want to accept something, so I hid under the quilt with some fear.

He didn't allow me to hide. He walked to my bed, folded the quilt back, lifted me out of the quilt a little, picked up my hair, and sighed as he looked at the hair falling in his hands.

"Your health is not good. I shouldn't have let you drink so much before. I was too soft on you. It's my fault.

I don't know when you are willing to wash your hair, but you have lost too much hair. I will find a way to make you happier later, and maybe your hair will grow more.

I wouldn't be happy if you kept losing your hair like this.

And if you continue to neglect your health, I will be angry. When I am angry, I will not care about you anymore. If you don't obey me, I will never see you again.

Did you hear what I said? "

My friend looked at me and asked.

I carefully pulled the quilt and nodded.

I gently tugged at his clothes to show that I would definitely listen to him. I was willing to listen to him, no matter what, as long as he didn't leave me.

"I know you have good intentions. Don't worry. I won't abandon you when nothing happens, and I won't abandon you when something happens. But it all depends on your performance."

My friend comforted me.

His comfort was helpful, but I was still afraid, and my fear grew deeper day by day.

At first, during the day, I would just go wherever he went, and at night I would not interfere with where he wanted to rest. But after a while, I could no longer stand this kind of life.

I suddenly woke up at night and I wanted to find him. I spent most of the night looking for him. I finally found him, but he was also looking for me. He hugged me in the corridor.

His arms were shaking a little, and I could see in the bright lights of the hospital corridor that he seemed to share my fear.

He seemed afraid of losing me too, but I didn't know why.

What good things do I have that would make him so reluctant to let me go? I don't know, I don't think so, so I am even more afraid.

I have nightmares every night, I can fall asleep multiple times but every time I wake up, and every time the reason is the same, I am having a nightmare.

I have friends in every nightmare, and in every nightmare my friends will suddenly disappear from my sight until I wake up.

Once I woke up from my bed I could not fall back asleep, but once I did fall asleep I would see my friend in my dreams.

I almost found this life unbearable.

But when I found my friend was not with me one morning, I was even more frightened. I jumped out of bed and called him with a hoarse voice.

I opened the door and went out to look for him. He finally came back and saw me on the road. I looked like a madman. I finally realized that I was actually completely crazy, but he did not abandon me.

He was a little angry, and asked me with red eyes why I didn't obey and run out.

I didn't know what to say, I blinked and I started crying.

He would be softened by my tears, but he would still be angry and a little sad.

He told me that he was angry because it took me so long to get better, and he was sad because I didn't trust him, even after he had explained it to me over and over again.

He said he thought we were friends, but he was very sad that I still didn't trust him.

I burst into tears.

I pulled his clothes and said sorry to him, but he pulled my hand away.