genetics determine me

stunned.

"I can't."

"After practicing with you for so long, I know you can do it! Go, you are also a member of our basketball team!"

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk onto the field, and the audience booed instantly.I know what they're booing about.

I am Spectacle Dog and I am Four-Eyed Ladybug.How can I be Truman's friend.

For 1 minute on the court, it seemed to me that a century had passed.I kept looking back at where Truman was sitting off the field, and he was looking at me.

I tried to show him, but no one passed the ball to me.

They glanced at me out of the corners of their eyes and pretended to pass the ball to me. When I went to catch it, they turned around and passed it to Wang Short.Several times in a row, I didn't even touch the ball.

"Oh, I'm sorry, fake moves, to confuse the other party!" They actually laughed.

I looked back at Truman again. He was sitting on the sidelines, picked up the half bottle of water I had left, and drank it directly to his mouth.Seeing me look over, he waved to me again.

I was a little panicked. The next second, the opponent's player rushed over with the ball and knocked me to the ground.

I fell to the ground, spinning around, and the whistles, boos, and noise on the basketball court completely blocked my ears.

Truman's face appeared in front of my eyes, but I couldn't hear him, I only knew that he looked very anxious, he pinched my calf that was on the ground, and I felt a sharp pain.

At that time, the sweat was even faster than now, and the heartbeat was almost 150 times. I felt him pick me up and rushed outside.

"You... you put me down, I'll go by myself..."

"You have a broken bone, how can you walk by yourself?" His tone was a little reproachful and a little concerned, and I obediently let him carry me into the school doctor's room.

"Yeah...sorry...I screwed up..." I can't get the words out.

He smiled and said, "What are you sorry for? You performed very well, and there is no problem with moving!"

Then he said with a little teasing, "It's just that the body is a little weaker."

after the limit

He put me on the bed in the school doctor's office and said, "Lie down and don't move. I'll go to the school doctor."

His tall back looks particularly good in the mottled tree shadows in the afternoon.

Later, I was sent directly to the hospital. Truman paid for my medical expenses in advance. My leg was put in a plaster cast. The doctor told me to rest for three months.

But I am a little anxious. If I can’t go to school after staying at home for three months, I won’t even be able to complete the company’s tasks.

I fumbled for the dozens of dollars left in my pocket, and I didn't know how long it would take for the medical expenses to be returned to him.

"Just listen to the doctor obediently. You can't leave now, how can you go to school?" Truman probably thought it would be a good thing not to go to school for three months.

"No, I have to go to school."

Seeing that I was determined, Truman didn't say anything else. He just shrugged his shoulders, tilted his head and said, "You really love to study."

The next morning, I went out an hour early because I was only on crutches, and I was afraid of being late.

Walking out of the house, I saw Truman pedaling his bicycle, looking in at the door.

"Let me carry you!" Truman's smile was like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

"I...I can walk by myself." I blushed a little. If they saw Truman riding a bicycle with me on the back seat, the gazes projected over me might be like many sharp swords piercing me.

He simply didn't speak, grabbed my crutches, grabbed my waist with the other hand, put me directly on the back seat of his bicycle, got on the bike by himself, put my hands on his waist for me to hug.

He rode very slowly along the way, and the elementary school students walking beside him were faster than him. When he rode to a place with potholes, he jumped out of the bike and slowly helped the bike over.

I know he is afraid that I will be bumped, and in his eyes I will always be so useless.

I was behind him and smelled the washing powder on his clothes, and later, the slight smell of sweat.

I actually kind of hope that the longer the road, the better.

Now he is still hugging me like before, but I know that he is no longer the original him, and I am just an empty shell.

My body is dehydrated, that is to say, my blood is about to dry up, my muscles will be turned to stone, and my bones will be crushed to ashes and wrapped in this dry rag-like skin.

I would rather he just throw me into the experimental animal cadaver room, let me slowly rot in it, and finally turn into dust.

I wish I never existed.

When I woke up again, the plastic wrap on my body had been completely torn off.

The surrounding lights were dim, and I was lying on a bed with railings on a soft, anti-decubitus air mattress.I still had a bottle tied to my hand, and a bunch of wires on my body were connected to the ECG monitor next to me.

In the darkness, a dark figure stood in the corner of the room.He noticed that I was awake, and immediately walked towards me quickly.Halfway through, he hesitated again.

Being highly myopic, I couldn't see the shadow at all.But my gut feeling is him.

Truman still won't let me die.

My hands have regained their elasticity slightly, and my throat is not as dry and sore as before. I feel that my heart is still beating very slowly and with great effort.

"...you're awake." He hesitated for a moment, then said in a calm tone, still standing in the shadows without moving.

I struggled to get up, but found that my skinny self could not support the weight of my body at all.

I opened my mouth to say something, but just ah ah a couple of times, I felt a tear in my throat, and I couldn't help coughing.Accidentally, he coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

The dots on the spray-painted white sheets, in the eyes of a color-blind person like me, are black and white.Like the batik cloth of ethnic minorities.It's just that he might not like it.

In the past, he only liked things in solid colors. He said red was good, and I said yes too.He said green is good, and I said yes too.In fact, in my eyes, there is no difference, it is just black and white.

"The throat is too dry, and the mucous membranes are a little torn. It's okay." He finally came forward, put his arms around my shoulders, and gently helped me lie on the cushion.

I dodged instinctively, thinking he was going to torture me again.The pain from him for so many days is too much, it would be a lie to say that he is not afraid.

Seeing my avoiding eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and brought a glass of warm water to my mouth: "There is a straw, moisten your throat."

I took a sip cautiously and sucked the bottle of liquid into my mouth with all my strength.The taste is sweet and sticky.

"Specially formulated mucous membrane lubricant, you can eat it. Don't be afraid." He deliberately emphasized the last two words.

I smiled wryly, and could only suck on the straw hard. He didn't call to stop, but I didn't dare to stop.

That's how he shoved that thing down my throat for me to suck, and he didn't tell me to stop, and I didn't dare to stop.

"Is it so delicious?" He didn't realize it at all, and brought the lube closer to me.Because I hadn't eaten for a few days and nights, I drank until my stomach gurgled.

When he heard the voice, he actually smiled and said, "Slow down, your gastrointestinal tract is not used to it yet."

I had [-] doubts in my heart, what happened to Truman?Why did you suddenly start to be kind to me?Am I dreaming?

Finally he took the bottle of liquid, and I didn't have to keep sucking as hard.

He suddenly and lightly put his arms around my back and turned me ninety degrees so that my entire face was facing him.

I dare not look at him.

But he supported me with one hand, while letting me lie on my side, looked at my back, and began to look serious.

"Don't move, I'll give you medicine."

I looked at his expression, and I knew that the condition of my back was even scarier than my skinny face.

I desperately want to lie back, I don't want him to continue watching.

I can't see him with such a heavy expression, as if it's not him, not Truman, but the person who used to drive me to school every day, careful not to bump into me.

He said softly: "Don't move, you are too thin, you have been lying down for several days, and you have bed sores."

Bed sores!

The kind of festering that occurs in a patient who has been bedridden for a long time due to poor blood supply, and the disgusting mark that appears on the dying person makes people not want to approach it and makes people sick.

As for me, because of a lot of dehydration and poor fat elasticity, bed sores are almost inevitable.

Thinking of this makes me tremble all over.Even though I know that I am about to grow old and leave this lifeless world, I am still afraid that I will have abscesses all over my body, and even flies will hate it.

"Don't move, I'll give you medicine!" There seemed to be disgust in his voice.

But I would rather he hate me than he despise me.

He seemed to be very impatient, he directly held me down, not letting me move, and then I felt cool in the seam of my buttocks, and he was helping me to apply ointment!

He put ointment in my ass!

治疗

In other words, that part of me is rotten.

He just looked at my festering, broken, smelly, inelastic skin.

I suddenly felt that I was inferior to the wild dogs on the roadside.

I'm one of those stinky, putrid smelling pieces of garbage that's full of mold.

I squeezed out a word from my throat: "Go away!"

He ignored me, and continued to gently rub the ointment, rubbing it on my broken and immobile leg like before, he said it can promote blood flow.

I tried my best to raise my hand to block it, but he wrapped his arms around my wrists like a chick, making me unable to move.

"You...you go away!" I buried my head in the pillow, and the helpless tears soaked a large area of ​​the pillow.

My words are of no use at all