Strange disease

At the end of the day, I was not insignificantly shocked, and I naturally suffered from insomnia that night.

At dawn the next day, I fell asleep for a while, and then opened my eyes. It was already noon, and Xi Rong was no longer there.

Just like yesterday, he wouldn't come back until after six o'clock, during which time I cooked some instant noodles for myself, even though I wasn't too hungry.

He brought me a new phone when he came home, but he said my old number was gone, so he got me another calling card.

These days, a mobile phone number is everything. Without my old number, I can't even log in to all my previous social accounts.

Although I didn't have many friends...

Today, there are more rotten places on my body, it hurts and itches, and it keeps oozing strange fluids. I have changed clothes twice when Xi Rong was away, and finally chose to wear a black long-sleeved sweater , to cover all the sores on his body so as not to frighten him.

Fortunately, there is no broken skin on my face, otherwise I really can't imagine what I look like.

Especially in front of Xi Rong, I really feel ashamed of myself.

It's weird, subconsciously I don't want him to see me in such a horrible way.

why?

I can't answer because I really don't know.

I originally wanted Xi Rong to come back and take me to the hospital, because I couldn't find my medical insurance card or any documents at home, and I didn't have a mobile phone or a traffic card, so I couldn't go there by myself without him.

But now in front of him, I can't get my words out.

But before I could speak, Xi Rong took the lead and said, "Now that you are healed, I have to move out, but I will still come back to see you regularly."

I was really taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

I really didn't expect him to say he was going so easily, and strangely enough, he seemed to accept my amnesia quite well, except for the obvious surprise he showed when I first saw him.

I'm debating whether to keep him or not.

I actually wanted to ask him about what happened to me and what kind of illness I had before, but I was a little afraid to ask because my instinct told me that it should not be a good thing.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

I can't figure out whether I want him to go or not.

Speaking of which, not counting my lost memories (after all, I can't remember), I only knew him for one day, and I don't even know where he lives or how much he earns in a month.

So why on earth would I have a feeling of disappointment that seems to be reluctant to leave him?

Xi Rong really packed up her things that night and left without a sound.

I had another night of insomnia, and the next day I found out that something was wrong.

I can't get up.

The bed sheet under his body was soaked with dark yellow liquid and blood oozing from the rotten skin, his limbs were stiff, and when he tried hard, the bones began to rattle like worn-out machine parts.

Severe pain hit, and the whole back was wet, and I knew it was certainly not sweat.

For a while, I couldn't even move, I wanted to reach for the mobile phone on the bedside table, there was only one number stored in it, which was Xi Rong.

There's no way, I have a bad memory and I'm lazy, and I can't recite the numbers of my former friends at all.

But I still failed, this body seemed to be out of my control suddenly, I couldn't even do such a simple movement.

I was really careless, I never expected that my condition would deteriorate to such a bad level in just one night.

I'm not going to die on the bed like this...

I don't want it...it's too bad...

However, I am afraid that God has no time to answer my cry. My body hurts too much. This feeling of rotten body is really comparable to being tortured on a frying pan. Every second is a huge torture.

I consider myself to be kind to others on a daily basis, and I can't bear to crush a little spider to death even if it falls on me. What kind of crime did I do to enjoy such hell punishment.

After an unknown amount of time, I lost consciousness.

In the dimness, a cold voice seemed to come from the distant sky.

He was saying, "Do you regret it?"

What are you asking me?

The voice repeated again: "Do you regret it?"

What regrets do not regret.I said silently in my heart.

I really want to live.

I heard my own voice from far to near, overlapping with my own inner voice at this moment.

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