ex boyfriend broke my leg

Since I failed to attack the person who delivered the food last time, they have monitored me a little more closely. The food is delivered through the small window at the door. If I don’t ask, I won’t see anyone for almost a whole day, saying In just a few words, there are two advantages to doing this. One is that I no longer have to listen to the threat of the person who delivered the meal grinding my ears. Second, my daily meals have changed a lot miraculously, and there is no strange garbage paste anymore. Yes turned into challah, sometimes even with milk.

When I realized that there might be surveillance in my room, and he might be watching me in front of the surveillance, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I even suppressed the national curses that I blurted out from time to time when I was doing experiments before, as if being supervised by my parents. Primary school students with homework, step by step, get up to the rules.

I imagined what expression he would have in front of the monitor, whether he was frowning with a cold face, or...

I'm dreaming, my legs were broken by someone, and I still fantasized that he likes me?He must hate me to the bone, he must not even want to look at me more than once.

I shook my head and put my mind into the experiment. When I was studying the mutant virus, I added the TTQ mutant sequence, but this sequence was not mature enough for clinical trials, so Wells took it for injection. Today's virus mutation is no longer controlled. My control has been locked in the laboratory, without access to the outside world, and I have no way of knowing the latest mutations, not to mention that I no longer have a live body for my experiment, and the research has entered a bottleneck.

I told the guards at the gate that I wanted a fresh zombie, but they watched me like a wooden stake, and of course they would scold me viciously when they were annoyed by my questioning, telling me to be honest.

I had no choice, so I looked for the monitors everywhere, but my eyes were very short-sighted, and their cameras were really hidden. After all kinds of searches failed, I decided to take the risk.

I'm still useful to them, they probably won't let me die, so I took a gamble.

After eating lunch, I waited for more than an hour. I thought that someone should be going to work in front of the surveillance at this time, so I put a tank full of water in the bathroom, thinking of creating a relatively beautiful and painless way to die. In the end, I I was choking to death, and no one rushed in. When I was lying on the side of the bathtub and panting weakly, I suddenly thought that maybe someone hadn’t perverted enough to press the camera in my bathroom...

I had no choice, I crawled out of the bathroom, picked up the scalpel again, and gestured on myself. I felt that I couldn’t do it anywhere. I was afraid of pain, especially afraid, and suddenly remembered being pressed on the ground. The pain felt when the legs were broken, cold sweat came out from every pore, and there was a cold war in an instant.

Toothache, head pain, leg pain all over.

kindness?That's right, since my legs are already numb, it might just be a prick in my legs. I lowered my body, lifted the blanket, and lifted up my black pajama pants, revealing my pale calves and ankles. These legs are weak And ugly, muscle atrophy, lifeless, bluish white blood vessels and bones abrupt and terrifying.

Alas, I sighed, stretched out my hand and cut my ankle fiercely, it really didn't hurt...

Fearing that the blood flow would be slow, he made another stab.

I wanted to hold a basin of warm water to soak my feet in, so that the wound would not heal so easily, but I searched around and couldn't find a basin. I had no choice but to stare at the wound and see if it was bleeding slowly, so I would give it a patch. After a few times, the wounds were all bone-stained, and the blood was a bit horrible. With my pale and deformed calf, it had the atmosphere of a horror movie.

Why hasn't anyone come yet?Is it true that you are not afraid of my death?Excessive blood loss made my brain feel a little dizzy, my eyelids fluttered, and I leaned on the back of the wheelchair, but my heart felt peaceful like never before. The scalpel fell to the ground with a bang, and I didn't bother to pick it up.

In the haze, the iron door seemed to be knocked open by something, and then I was pulled into a thick and warm embrace. This feeling was so comfortable that my brain could not think at all, so I simply closed my eyes and let myself fall into the dark.