Autobiography of a paranoid patient

(120 a)

He said I had been in a coma for over a week.

In disbelief, I opened my phone and took a look.

I still remember the approximate date, and it really has been this long.

Feng Yue fed me another mouthful of porridge.

"I don't want to eat." I tilted my head.

"No." Feng Yue frowned and said, and handed him another mouthful.

I said oh, and opened my mouth to swallow the spoon, but I swayed and didn't let go.

Feng Yue tried to pump a few times, but he didn't dare to use too much force, so I laughed.

Even though I know I should be grinning ugly.

Feng Yue stopped helplessly, still holding the handle of the spoon, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Okay, take it out first, it will hurt you later."

I nodded and let him pull the spoon out.

Feng Yue put the bowl aside, stood up from the chair, and sat down by the bed again.

He squeezed my hand and leaned over to kiss me.

His kiss is very sticky, I don't know if it's because I've slept for so long and forget it, I just feel that this kiss is different from the previous ones.

It was wet, and there was only our warm, lingering panting in the air.

I softly raised my arm to rest on his shoulder, Feng Yue touched my wrist with his backhand, and then reached into the hem of my clothes.

The hospital gown was very loose, and I was itchy, so I shrank secretly.

He was still kissing me very lightly, and I couldn't help but sigh softly.

After a while he wrapped his arms around my neck, scratched the back of my neck, and pulled away a short distance.

"Okay..." He suppressed his throat and looked at me with red eyes.

We stared at each other for a while.

I don't know what's special about this sight, we're not communicating with our eyes, we're just looking at each other.

I need to see him badly, and maybe he does too.

His thumb is still slowly rubbing along the veins in my neck.

I took the initiative to lean over, put my forehead against his, and closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry." My lips fell on the tip of his nose.

I heard Feng Yue sighed, and the breath was let out slowly, as if a heavy sorrow had dissipated.

"There is no next time, tell me again."

I have never heard Feng Yue pleading for anything like this.

I think it's all my fault.

I hugged his head and let him rest against the hollow of my bony neck.

"There is no next time."

"Can I believe your words?" Feng Yue asked.

I didn't answer the question directly, I just repeated nervously: "I love you...I love you, I love you..."

I just want to tell him this.

(120 two)

I stayed in the hospital for a few more days, which was strictly demanded by Feng Yue.

In fact, I have almost recovered, or, in fact, I was not injured at all.

Once Feng Yue was not there, I wanted to get out of the ward to take a breath, and went to the balcony at the end of the corridor, and when I passed by the doctor's office, I heard them talking.

It wasn't that I eavesdropped on purpose, they didn't close the door, and I was too familiar with Feng Yue's voice.

They are discussing my condition.

The doctor said that I don't have any serious physical problems, and I just need to take care of my emotions after returning home, but Feng Yue insisted that I stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.

The doctor said: "The reason why this patient was in a coma for so long was because his will to survive was too weak. Such a young person should cherish life."

Feng Yue didn't speak for a long time.

I didn't leave, just leaned against the wall.

After a while Feng Yue came out, but before he saw me, I walked over and hugged him.

"It's my fault, my fault..."

Feng Yue's hand patted on my back, and the tears I had held back for a long time finally flowed out.

The tears accumulated in the dream.

(120 three)

I said I wanted to come back, I really wanted to.Feng Yue said, I know, I believe in you, but I almost thought you would never come back.

That night I called Feng Yue, and the phone didn't hang up after it was in Yu Nan's hands. He heard all our conversations on the other end of the phone.

After the mobile phone was snatched by Yunan, Feng Yue had already contacted someone. When he said this, he kissed my forehead and opened a software in his own mobile phone.

The little red dot on the map is my location.

"When did you install it?" I asked him.

I crouched in his arms, leaning against his shoulder just enough to see the screen with him.

"Forget, you pretended to be asleep once before," Feng Yue asked me after finishing speaking, "Are you angry?"

I shook my head.

I rolled my hands up and put them in his palm.

"Take care of me."

He paused, wrapping his hands around mine.

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The end of term is too cruel, my family