The young man's black hair was wet with sweat, and he lay curled up on the ward. He was already slender, but now he looked even more frail.
Because of the fever, Arthur fell into a deep hallucination. He dreamed of something, something he didn't want to recall. He seemed to have returned to his dark, damp place of birth, which was filthy, disgusting, and like a cesspool crawling with worms.
Arthur gasped for breath. He was trapped in a deep fear. The mud was drowning him. Endless darkness was overwhelming. He felt that his body was cold and hot. Sometimes he felt like he was in an oven, and sometimes he felt like he was in an ice cave. The body felt heavy and sore, as if it was not his own.
His mind gradually became heavy, filled with mud, and he couldn't think. He could only exhale a shallow, thick, and continuous heat.
He was dragged into the abyss, and in his ears were the strange screams of women, the vulgar voices of men, and finally the smell of low-quality tobacco that lingered forever.
Logically speaking, a person with mental power would not get a fever easily, but Arthur was seriously injured, so he suddenly developed a fever.
Nicola sat next to Arthur's ward with her chin in her hands, looking from his flushed face to his trembling body. Her eyes were indifferent, without any emotion in them.
The doctor has given Arthur an injection and put in nutritional fluid.
As time passed by, the system finally couldn't help but said: "You don't really want to wait for him to burn himself out, do you?"
Nicola raised an eyebrow, "Will he be stupid?"
The system said: "No."
"Great."
So she waited for nothing.
Nicola stood up and was about to leave. It seemed to be cold over there, and the boy couldn't help but tilt his head towards the heat source. Nicola's knees were right next to the hospital bed. When the boy tilted his head, the crook of his neck came up, and it just stuck there, like a beautiful leg pendant.
Nicola paused.
The boy's breath was hot and scorching. His hands holding her pants were slender and pale. His tightly pursed lips were pressed against the thin hospital pants, and almost half of his face was sunk into her knees.
It's burning.
This was Nicola's first reaction, and her second reaction was to kneel to the side and push Arthur, who was hanging by the side of the bed, back onto the bed.
The young man was buried under the quilt, his hair was wet and his face was wet. He was so weak that he seemed to be about to die.
Nicola stood expressionless for a while, then took three steps and heard an extremely subtle, weak sound coming from behind her.
She paused, and a strange shadow seemed to appear in front of her eyes, a familiar, unfamiliar, and black scene.
Nicola turned around, bent down and covered Arthur with the quilt.
When Arthur woke up, the first thing he saw was the pure white ceiling of the hospital. Then he turned his head and saw Nicola sitting next to him.
The girl sat next to him with her chin supported on one hand, her long hair hanging down, half covering her face, her eyes closed as if she was resting.
Arthur looked slightly surprised when he saw a basin of water and a towel placed by the bedside, and then quickly turned his head.
No way, she couldn't take care of him. Even if she took care of him, how could someone like her really take care of him? Anyway, she must be... coveting his beauty.
Nicola tilted her head and slept for a while. When she woke up, she found that the boy was still buried in the quilt and sleeping unconsciously. She stared at the top of Arthur's hair for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed through her.
Arthur is so young and full of energy, what about buy him some pornographic magazines to read?
Nicola thinks this method is very effective, but she is also a little worried about whether the young male protagonist's current physical condition is suitable for reading this kind of magazine.
Then she thought about it, she was not going to die anyway, so what did it matter whether she watched or not? Anyway, the man is not hers, so what does it matter if he is empty or not?
The door to the ward was opened and then closed again.
Arthur, who was pretending to be asleep, popped his head half out of the quilt and faced the empty chair next to the bed.
He didn't know why, but when he saw Lilith's eyelids trembling and seemed to be about to wake up, she just pretended to be asleep.
The wet towel was hung next to the basin, still dripping water.
Arthur reached out and touched his forehead, as if he felt a real coolness. He was so sleepy that he vaguely felt like someone had put a wet towel on him, but when he thought about it more, it seemed like there wasn't.
The young man looked dazed. He seemed to be bewitched. He reached out and picked up the towel and put it gently on his face.
Is this how it feels? Wet, cold...
Suddenly, the door of the ward was opened, and Nicola, who came in with something in hand, admired the interstellar society's flash delivery service very much. This five-minute express delivery really satisfied the embarrassing situation of going to the toilet without paper.
Arthur suddenly saw Lilith. He immediately threw the towel back into the basin, and then clutched the quilt tightly. He had no time to pretend to be asleep, so he could only meet her eyes.
A little water splashed out of the basin, and Arthur closed his eyes with a drop on his eyelashes, looking slightly flustered.
Nicola didn't notice Arthur's weird expression. She handed the thing in her hand to him and said with a smile: "It's for you."
When Arthur saw her smile, his heart tightened and he had a strange feeling. There was a light layer of pink on his ears. He lowered his head and saw clearly what was in her hand, and the cautious expectation on his face was immediately covered by rage.
The cover features a sexy girl wearing a bunny girl outfit.
Nicola shook the collector's edition magazine and added thoughtfully: "These are all good things."
Arthur's face, which was slightly pale after the fever had just subsided, immediately became congested again.
Nicola thought confidently, can she really smile this time?
"Look, I won't delay you." Nicola's face turned red with excitement when she saw the male protagonist, and she intuitively felt that she had really made the right choice this time. She threw down the small magazine and prepared to turn around and leave very closely, giving the little male protagonist a private display space. Halfway through, she saw the basin placed on the bedside, bent down to pick it up and said: "This is my footbath, put it down conveniently." For a while."
Arthur:…
Nicola hummed a little tune, left with the basin, and reached out to close the door for him.
Arthur was lying on the bed, looking at the small collector's edition magazines scattered on the floor. Nicola was so angry that he was shaking all over and felt that his face smelled like feet. His hands were shaking and he didn't dare to touch his face at all.
What does she mean?
Arthur was angry and angry. He was so weak. Was she still thinking about this? Use these magazines to remind him?
Arthur was so angry that he almost spit out another mouthful of blood, but luckily he held it back.
The young man stood up shivering, lifted the quilt, walked into the bathroom, flushed all the unsightly magazines into the toilet, and then washed his face vigorously! ! !