ex boyfriend broke my leg

I started to spend days and nights in front of the laboratory working on my vaccines. After all, time waits for no one. From that day on, the little brother brought me three meals a day. There were meat and vegetables, and a combination of nutrients. , I ate it honestly, but my body was still losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every time I did an experiment, I looked at my pale, bone-protruding wrist and felt that it was a waste for me to eat the chicken leg.

"I feed this food into the dog's stomach every day? Why does the more you feed it, the thinner you become!" The little brother came to deliver the food to me as usual, and it has been more than a month since we got to know each other better. It was calmer at first, but I still often insulted me in a bad manner, I pretended I didn't hear it, put down the things in my hand, took the lunch box, opened it silently with my head down, and ate.

He moved a stool and sat next to me. After a while, he asked without giving up: "Could it be that you vomited for me after I left!".

"I'm not that boring." I chewed the meat in my mouth with some difficulty, feeling a little meaty and greasy, I could barely swallow it a few times, without even raising my head, I gave him back.Can I say this casually? Feng Yu saved it for me from his own food. No matter what, I can't let him misunderstand!

"Then why do you keep running to the bathroom after dinner every day?"

"Huh?" Thanks to the surveillance system installed in my house, even my trips to the bathroom are under control!I chewed the rice in my mouth, lowered my head and answered vaguely, thinking about how to answer his words.

But before I could organize the words in my brain, my body was already in trouble, and the sweet blood in my throat surged up. I tried my best to suppress it, but I still couldn’t suppress it. The rice in my mouth was sprayed out of my mouth mixed with blood. went.

The little brother jumped up from the stool, looked at the red rice grains on his pants, and remained silent for a while, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on.

I lowered my head, pressed down the bowl in my hand, and hurriedly wiped the blood that was still gushing out of my mouth with my sleeve covered, feeling very embarrassed for a while.

"you……"

I barely swallowed back the blood gushing from my throat, and my head almost fell under the laboratory table, not wanting him to see me, and still trying to save the situation: "You... your scrambled eggs with tomatoes are a bit fishy."

"I...you..."

"It's too disgusting. I won't eat it. Take it away." I covered my blood-stained sleeves and shrank myself in the wheelchair. I made sure that the blood at the corner of my mouth was wiped clean before I dared to raise my head. I was disgusted. Throw the bloody rice in the bowl into the trash can.

"Don't bring me food in the future, I'd rather starve to death if it tastes so bad." I said harsh words, trying to shift the focus, hoping that this little brother would be more nervous and forgive me this time. Argue with me in righteous words!

Uncharacteristically, he let out a groan, and turned around to collect his rice bowl.

I raised my breath, saw the rice grains on his pants again, and cursed inwardly: "Hey, what, your pants are dirty, why don't you go to my bedroom and change them."

"No...no need." He packed up the insulated box and looked for the lid everywhere. I saw that the lid containing the rice was thrown into the trash can by me, and I bent down to pick it up. The sleeves are exposed.

He paused, his eyes rested on my sleeve for a moment, then moved away without a trace, straightened up, stopped picking up the cover, picked up the insulation box, turned around and was about to leave.

I grabbed his sleeve again and sighed wearily: "Hey, can we discuss it?".