ex boyfriend broke my leg

It turns out that this sickness of not being able to eat or sleep can be saved by a loving chicken leg. I leaned on the chair after eating and drinking, and felt that my eyelids were a little heavy, so I was going to take this opportunity to go back to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

I slowly rocked my wheelchair and walked to the bedroom door. When I twisted the doorknob and was about to push the door, I suddenly felt something strange in my throat. Before I could react, I saw a layer of red ink painting on the beige wooden door. I was startled, but before I could react, the door of the laboratory behind me was kicked open with a bang, I quickly turned around to look, and quietly blocked the wooden door behind me with a wheelchair.

"I forgot to give you something!" The little brother went back and forth, and threw a large bag of something over with a cold face, but unfortunately the aim was not good, so he didn't throw it into my hand. He clicked his tongue and came over to pick it up. When I got up, I was afraid that he would see the tricks behind me, so I called out to him: "I'll pick it up later, don't you still have a task, why don't you go?"

He didn't listen to me, and walked over to pick up the bag. I hurriedly turned my sleeves away, wiped it against the wooden door, and stared at him with a guilty conscience. He stood up and handed the bag Give it to me, I straightened my back and raised my head to look at him in a somewhat concealed manner, hoping that his eyes would never look away, and then quickly took it with the hand in front of me: "There are other things Is it? I want to take a nap."

His eyes moved, as if he sensed that something was wrong with me, but he really didn't know what was wrong. Fortunately, he hated me very much and didn't want to get into it, so he pouted and left.

I watched the door of the laboratory being locked again before I slowly turned around and stared at the messy bloodstained place by my sleeve.Realizing that there is a surveillance camera hidden somewhere in this room, I didn't dare to make a big move. I still blocked that area with my body, and wiped it quietly with my sleeve.

Unless the camera is installed on the door frame, it shouldn't be able to capture what I'm doing.

I breathed a sigh of relief, took off my white coat, threw it into the trash can, and then opened the door and entered the bedroom.

Alas, how about this drumstick is poisonous!I supported the edge of the bed with both hands, moved my upper body and slowly climbed onto the bed, and then plunged into the quilt.

Hearing something fell on the ground, he ignored it, stayed there for a while, and reached out his hand to fish under the bed.

It was the bag that the little brother threw to me just now. I turned my head lazily and exposed half of my face from under the quilt. To be precise, it was one eye and half of my forehead, and I glanced at it.

Alas, I sighed silently in my heart again, then moved that quarter of my face back into the quilt, and after a while, I quietly stuffed the package of medicine into my arms.

There is medicine for this cold, but there is no medicine for me.

Waking up in a daze, suffocated by myself, I twitched my blocked nose, rubbed the corners of my eyes, and opened my eyes to look at the dim night, not knowing what was going on.

The quilt on my body was well covered, not the posture I had before I fell asleep, I lifted the quilt with some doubts, I don’t know when I practiced such miraculous skills, not only covered myself with the quilt in my dream, but also planned He neatly put the cold medicine on the bedside table.

Turning on the small lamp beside the bed, I saw a pot of hot water burning on the small table. I was so blessed that my mind realized that it was not me who had practiced magic skills in my dream, but the person in my dream. pass.

Alas, I hope I’m not being self-indulgent, I curled my lips, picked up the kettle, poured a cup of hot water, made a pack of cold medicine, leaned against the bedside, blew on it, and drank it in small sips, thinking while drinking, forget it Forget it, I'm still being sentimental.

I've already delayed him once, this time I'd better not get him involved again, I'm really unlucky to be on the stall!