No matter how unexpected YiZhe was, or how reluctant Xu Tangcheng was, the needle had already been pierced with joy. YiZhe looked uneasy, and kept looking carefully at the person on the bed. But he found that after the injection, Xu Tangcheng's eyelids never lifted again.
"Brother Tang Cheng..." He called him, and then continued, "The doctor said you can't do it without the injection. After the injection, you will feel much better."
When Yi Zhe said this, he squatted down and leaned in front of Xu Tangcheng, his voice was so soft that he seemed to be coaxing people. Failed to do what he asked, failed to stand on his side. Even though Xu Tangcheng's original request was unreasonable, he still felt guilty when he explained it.
The person on the bed didn't know whether he heard him or not, but he still closed his eyes anyway and ignored him.
"I was wrong… "
At this moment, the nurse pushed the door and came in again, interrupting the repentance. The cart is loaded with infusion stuff, which looks much more spectacular than before.
YiZhe felt heartache. This injection is like that, what can I do with the infusion now
"Family, go and get the quilt." The nurse didn't feel any sympathy for his concerns. She skillfully mixed the liquid in her hand and lowered her eyes. "With the nutrient solution, it will be quite late."
When it comes to practical matters, YiZhe immediately puts aside the pile of distressed thoughts in his head. He straightened up and walked out. But they have already gone out, and people have turned back.
"Excuse me... Where can I get the quilt?"
The nurse didn't even raise her head: "Turn right when you go out, turn left when you reach the head, and there is a second room at the end of the right."
Silently recited this tongue twister-like sentence and wrote it down. As soon as he lifted his foot and was about to leave, he found that the nurse had already mixed the liquid and was dismantling the infusion set during the time he wasted. The exposed black-handled needle shone with cold light, YiZhe saw it, glanced at Xu Tangcheng again, and hurriedly said to the nurse, "Wait when I get back."
Unexpectedly, this tall boy has a bit of a mother-in-law. The nurse turned her head and saw his overly serious look, she suddenly wanted to laugh: "Okay, okay, let's go."
He quickly paid the deposit and took the quilt.
Although the quilts in the hospital were theoretically disinfected, YiZhe still smelled a little unpleasant, the quilt surface was yellow, and it didn't look very clean. Thinking that when eating in a restaurant, Xu Tangcheng had to carefully wipe the table in front of him, as well as the sheets he had lent him at the beginning of the school year. position on his chest.
During this process, Xu Tangcheng opened his eyes, but without looking at him, he drooped his eyes and glanced at the black down jacket covering his chin.
I thought that I would have to offend people again during the infusion, but I didn't expect that Xu Tangcheng didn't make any trouble this time, and was always cooperative. The nurse said to clench his fist, and he clenched his fist obediently.
YiZhe breathed a sigh of relief, and stood by and stared at the nurse giving him the needle.
"The blood vessels are so thin." The nurse patted the back of his hand lightly and said this.
YiZhe stretched his neck even more because of these words, and looked at his hand. Xu Tang's complexion was white, and the back of one hand at this time was terrifyingly white.
Okay, how did this happen
Just seeing the back of such a hand made YiZhe feel sour, feeling that the person he had always placed on the top of his heart had suffered unjustly and deservedly suffered.
Before leaving, the nurse told him to look carefully, be careful not to run off the fluid, and remember to call her when the fluid is almost gone. Even though it was a very formulaic and recited exhortation, Yi Zhe kept nodding his head. He solemnly wrote down these points, and in the next time, he bent over and sat on the small stool beside the bed, watching with good eyes.
The temperature in the room was always low, the windows were not closed tightly, and there was some air leakage. Yi Che got up and tucked the quilt and clothes for Xu Tangcheng.
At this time, he was no longer as flustered as before. After all, Xu Tangcheng was already lying down and receiving treatment, and he was no longer in unbearable pain. He also believed that as long as he took good care of him, soon, he would get better and become that healthy and healthy again.
As long as he takes good care of him.
He had barely settled down, but when he thought of this, he suddenly sank again, and the sense of fear came back as if it had never faded away.
He watched the transparent liquid flow into his body little by little, and on the back of his hand, a thin hose was nestled. He suddenly recalled that a needle had just stabbed into his blood vessel, the nurse squeezed the infusion set, and a small piece of blood flowed back.
A very deep red, coming out of the hose and back into his body.
That color is not unfamiliar to YiZhe, after all, he has fought so many times and seen so many blood. But it was really the first time that the color made him feel frightened.
At that time, he was afraid that his hands were shaking, and he even thought at that moment, what if he didn't receive the call, if he happened to be away from school and not by his side, how would he come to the hospital.
After thinking a lot, it is a false proposition that has long been overturned by reality. But now that he calmed down, he was afraid that one day, these scenes in the name of "what if" would really become a reality.
Thinking of this, I dare not think about it.
There are always patients and nurses coming and going outside the temporary ward. Amid the noise, Xu Tangcheng seemed to be sleeping uneasy, turning his head and moving his body from time to time. At this time, YiZhe would gently hold his hand, carefully guarding the place where the needle was inserted, and being careful not to wake him up. For most of the rest of the time, even with subtle movements, Xu Tangcheng's body was almost kept in the most comfortable position. He curled his body slightly, his chin was covered by the collar of the black down jacket, and only half of his face was exposed.
It was rare for YiZhe to have the opportunity to guard him so quietly, so he was always as motionless as him. When the body was stiff, I gently moved myself and adjusted.
Xu Tangcheng fell asleep until the first bottle of liquid was halfway down, the door of the ward was pushed open, and two nurses pushed a girl in. The doctor's diagnosis and treatment made a loud noise, causing Xu Tangcheng to slowly open his eyes.
YiZhe immediately got up and leaned in front of him.
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked hastily.
Xu Tangcheng blinked, as if reacting for a while. It was only then that YiZhe noticed that his mouth was so dry and cracked that it seemed to be stuck together. He clearly moved his chin to speak, but he couldn't even part his lips.
"I'll get you some water." After speaking, Yi Zhe suddenly thought that the doctor said just now that Xu Tangcheng can't eat or drink water now.
"Don't give him water, he's vomiting now. Go get some warm water, put it on a cotton swab, and wipe his lips."
It was still the nurse who gave Xu Tangcheng the needle just now. YiZhe turned around and looked at her. After a short pause, he asked, "Where to get it?"
After coming to the hospital for a long time, the most common question he asked was, where is the thing, and what should I do about it. It seems that things that should be common sense have become blank without exception.
"Go..." The nurse had already put her pocket in her pocket and was about to leave. Seeing the embarrassed look on the boy who had been overly nervous since just now, the nurse said, "Wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."
YiZhe didn't expect to get such a reply, so he quickly thanked him repeatedly, as if it wasn't enough, he gave him a bow.
The nurse laughed and felt that the boy in front of him was really sincere. Whether it's worry or gratitude, it's real. She has worked in the hospital for several years and has seen all kinds of people, but when she handed a cup of warm water and two cotton swabs to YiZhe, she thought that a teenager who has not yet had time to fully grow up should be in this way. He is not so good at taking care of people, and he is not so good at coping with emergencies, but he is more anxious than anyone else, and he is more willing to learn than anyone else.
YiZhe wiped Xu Tangcheng's lips in the ward that had calmed down again. Those two lips had just been soaked a little, and he heard the girl on the hospital bed next to him say "hands are cold".
The girl next to her is also infusion, and it should be her mother who accompanies the bed. Hearing that she said it was cold, the aunt got up and went out after instructing a few words. After a while, I came back, took a warm water bag in my hand, and put it on the girl around the wrist.
YiZhe looked sideways, thoughtful.
He temporarily clamped the cotton swab to the fingertips of his left hand, stretched out a finger, and carefully touched the back of Xu Tangcheng's exposed hand - the place where the liquid flowed was indeed cold.
After hesitating for a while, YiZhe put down what was in his hand, sat down on the small bench again, and put one of his hands on the back of Xu Tangcheng's upper hand. It was a little distance from the tape, but it was just enough to cover the place where he was caught by the liquid ice. Of course, he didn't dare to press hard, but he just kept hanging on it, letting his palm lightly touch the back of his hand.
It seems to work too. YiZhe could feel that the skin that was covered by him seemed to warm up a little.
After a while, his palms became a little colder, so he put his two hands together and rubbed them back and forth. Rub it hot, then turn it back.
Slowly, only the sound of skin rubbing remained in the quiet ward. The aunt on the side noticed the movement on his side, and couldn't help but tell him that hot water bags were sold in the canteen in front of the hospital, very close, just out of the building.
YiZhe shook his head.
He was the only one here to accompany him, and Xu Tangcheng fell asleep unconsciously again. It was impossible for him to put him down and buy a warm water bag. Even if it only takes a little while.
Potassium was added to the last bag of solution, and the nurse said that the infusion would cause pain in the hands, so the infusion set was slowed down. In this way, when all the losses were over, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
The nurse pulled the needle for Xu Tangcheng, she opened the door and left, a sharp cry suddenly squeezed into the room, and everyone in the room was startled.
Xu Tangcheng hadn't woken up yet, pressing the needle in his hand, Yi Zhe turned his head frowning, and hurriedly looked at the situation outside.
The mother on the next bed had already got up and closed the door before him. He only saw the woman in the corridor with blood on her face, sitting on the floor crying from the gap between the door closing.
The girl on the side of the hospital bed seemed to be awakened, and asked her mother in a low voice what happened. Mom touched her forehead and comforted her softly, saying that it seemed like a car accident.
For a moment, YiZhe's thoughts were a little stray. It was obviously just an ordinary conversation in the ward, a very ordinary scene, but it brought him a great sense of strangeness.
Strangeness, all day long.
He used to be accustomed to closing himself in a small world, sad or not sad, there was only himself. Without the presence of the second person, there would be no accident. He doesn't know where to go to see a doctor, he doesn't know where to get a quilt, and he doesn't know where to find a cup and a cup of hot water.
The self who lives like that will never be like this - in a ward, in the ward, everyone is guarding the treasure in their hearts, and someone is gently explaining some things that have nothing to do with themselves.
Staring at the closed door for a while, YiZhe blinked, then slowly turned back.
He has lived in his own world, and he has lived in a world with only himself and him.
But not anymore.
For him, Xu Tangcheng was no longer just a lonely baby who was brought into his own world. The situation of being overwhelmed always exists only in the interaction with the outside world. When he is worried about a person, he will worry about all the bad things, hoping that those will never happen to him.
Because of him, he had a lot of first experiences, and he also wanted to really touch the world for him.
The campus is like this, the student union is like this, and the hospital is like this.
The mother said she was going to help her daughter to get some hot water. Before opening the door, she made sure that there would be no more chaos outside, and then told her to leave.
YiZhe was still pressing the tape with his hand. He held his hand and looked carefully, and found that he was really thin. The back of the hand clearly showed strips of blue blood vessels, slightly protruding and arched pale.
He placed his thumbs side by side in the middle of the tape, then rubbed it, spreading it slightly to the sides. When he reached the edge, his fingers turned into his cool skin.
Maintaining this posture without moving, YiZhe was stunned for a while. And in this short period of time, he recalled almost everything about him in his memory. From meeting to now.
He doesn't know if others are like this, but since a very distant time, his memory has been very fragmented and chaotic, like just disordered fragments, occasionally remaining in his head. Probably because he lived in a family that never knew when a unilateral war would break out when he was a child. He spent a lot of time, just spent it, but it was just a change in a number on the calendar, and there would be nothing at all. things remain.
And only Xu Tangcheng is always different.
They moved in when the younger brother was born. At that time, he was still in kindergarten, and the first time he saw Xu Tangcheng, he was wearing a blue elementary school uniform with a green school card hanging on his chest.
It was the first time they met. Among the children, he was the only one who obediently raised his head and said to his father, "Hello, uncle."
YiZhe kept staring at the school badge on this brother's chest. There is a one-inch photo on it, with a red background. There are a few lines next to it, but unfortunately he doesn't know it. Xu Tangcheng moved from time to time, and the school card swung left and right, and swung back and forth. YiZhe didn't even know that his head was also following him.
Until the school card was grasped by a hand, he raised his head and met him, bending down and smiling at himself.
Exactly the same as the photo on the school card.
It was also strange that he was still so young, and he had already concluded that he was the person with the best smile that he had ever seen.
After so many years, not only has this conclusion not changed, but the name "Xu Tangcheng" has also been added to many labels by him.
The most talkative person, the best-looking person in white, the most handsome person on a bike. There is also the most secret and most cherished one, which belongs to him alone - the person who is best for Yizhe.
In the fragmented and boring memory, darkness, blankness, half-covered by the bizarre fragments, in the floating sea, only the things about him are completely connected. And along this line, he actually grew up.
Slowly, YiZhe didn't know when it started, he became his perception of the world.
Judgments of good and bad, traces of time, and even...
emotion.
YiZhe looked up and looked at the person on the bed.
The feelings have always been there, but how and when they started to change, he really couldn't tell.
He remembered that in the psychology class, the teacher once said something like this, to the effect that friendship is the most stable of all the relationships that are purely emotionally maintained. Better than love, better than just having good feelings. Even if you and your good friend haven't seen each other for a long time, if you meet again, you can use zero to twenty minutes to bring the feeling of getting along between two people back to the way they were before separation. You have many friends, but usually only one lover. Suspicion, possession, concession, compared to love, these behaviors and thoughts will be weakened in friendship. Many people will not have a love that lasts forever, but there will be many friends who will accompany them for a lifetime.
This was the only passage he listened to carefully in the psychology class throughout the semester. When I first listened to it, I didn't think so, and felt that the two were not comparable at all. But a joke from the teacher at the end made him wake up suddenly.
The teacher asked everyone, can this also explain from one aspect what people usually say, not "killing them"
The classmates below were laughing and whispering. The teacher went on to say, and what's interesting is that once a pair of friends has a relationship beyond friendship, but only if one party intends, then there is a 90% chance that this friendship will enter a dangerous period. In order to survive the dangerous period, either, there must be at least one person with high emotional intelligence among them, or at least one person with low emotional intelligence among them. Otherwise, pick a layer of window paper, and there will be thousands of layers between the two.
At that time, Yi Zhe met the teacher's eyes. He thought that his expression must have been dazed enough, that's why the teacher stared at him for a while.
There was a few seconds of blankness in the class, and no one knew how long and hopeless he had gone through.
Pulling back his thoughts, YiZhe lowered his head and smiled.
So, if you can't say it, you have to keep it in your heart forever.
The ward was surprisingly quiet at this time, and the mother who went to fetch water had not returned. YiZhe looked back, and the girl also closed her eyes.
The walls of the ward are all white, and it is strange to say that white is probably the color that has been given the most emotional' color. Hospitals, weddings, funerals, beauty or sadness, hope or despair, have miraculously run through people's lives. Like a place surrounded by white, all things, even the unspeakable greed that should be buried, can be allowed to be honest with this world.
YiZhe held Xu Tangcheng's hand, lowered his head, and lowered his eyes.
It was his fault that his feelings changed in an unexpected way.
Never again, he will always keep the idea of when he came here, and he will stay by his side with peace of mind, so that when he is sick or sad, he can always broadcast the first call without any grudges.
A light kiss landed on his pinky finger.
From now on, the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road.
After a long pause, YiZhe finally raised his head.
He put Xu Tangcheng's hand back on the bed and covered it carefully.
After doing all this, I felt a sense of disappointment in hindsight. Putting his hands together on his forehead, he buried his head for a long time before calming himself down a little. I don't know if it was because he didn't get a drop of water in a day, or because he had just forcibly stripped away a part of his long-standing emotions, he felt his legs and feet start to go numb, and even this feeling went down his spine and climbed all the way to his scalp. He stood up on his arms and legs, trying to wash his face with cold water.
But he was caught off guard, and suddenly stood up in the dizziness, and met a bunch of eyes.
The girl next door woke up at some point and was staring at him blankly.
YiZhe didn't say anything, lowered his head, stabilized his body, and walked out lightly.
The door didn't even make a sound when it closed.
The girl stared at the direction the boy was leaving, and after a long time, she sighed like she was just waking up from a dream. She didn't know what kind of story there was between the two people next door, but such a kiss could bring her too much speculation.
Shocked by the scene just now, I suddenly wanted to take another look at the person who had been lying quietly.
Turning to look back, she was surprised to find that the person who had been sleeping had woken up at some point, holding up the hand with a tape on it.
The boy on the bed seemed to have noticed her gaze and turned his head slightly in this direction.
This was the first time she saw the boy's face.
Pale, haggard, and expressionless.
He only glanced at himself, then turned his gaze to the door. After a while, he put his hands back on the quilt and closed his eyes again.
Like nothing happened.
Every story will have an ending, but there are many, and they will not be vigorous and happy.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable, dull pain. Because of the exchange of eyes just now, she clearly saw that the tall, silent boy had red eyes.