【Round Flame】Sun Flower Field

Homura was staring at the ceiling, which she had been looking at for almost half an hour.

Maybe, because I didn't do anything during this period, so maybe it's just an illusion that it's been so long.

She didn't take the initiative to call for a doctor... This is already a familiar scene. She was lying on the bed, and the electrocardiogram beside her was beating regularly. Now her mind was in a state of emptiness. I want to wait for someone to come and find her.

I selfishly hope that the first one to discover me is Yuan, just like the first day.

But...it seems unlikely.

When the nurse who came to inspect found that he had woken up and his vital signs stabilized, the nurse told Homura that he would notify your family members immediately.

Yan's mind didn't turn around for a little bit.

What family? …

After a while - that time was not long, at least much, much shorter than the time I stared at the ceiling.

Someone pushed the door open and stopped in front of the hospital bed.

How long have I been unconscious? ... Yan looked at her, she changed clothes, of course, after the explosion fell to the ground, even if it wasn't stained with blood, it would definitely be stained with dust or something.

Family members.

……yes.

"...Maru." Homura asked tentatively, although she knew that this situation was not illusory, she still wanted to confirm.

"Hmm." The other party nodded.

Great.

The nurse went out first, and Homura heard the sound of the door being closed.

Only Yan and Yuan remained in the room.

Yuan smiled, but there was an unconcealable tiredness on his face.She came to me so quickly, has she been waiting outside the ward?

...I'm sorry, Madoka.

It was different from the meeting scene seen in the TV series, Madoka didn't rush to hug or anything, just stood by the side.

It's not that loud, it's quiet, which is fine.

She looked at her, her own shadow was printed in her pink pupils.

"...you're awake."

"Ah."

"Does it hurt?"

"A bit."

"What about consciousness?"

"wide awake."

"I watered the flowers."

"Ah."

"The cat has been fed too."

"it is good."

"And cleaned the room."

"Thank you."

The question-and-answer conversation lasted a few sentences.

Then, suddenly, it stopped.

...become a mere one-sided call.

"flame."

"Ah."

"…flame."

"I'm here."

"flame……"

"It's okay..."

Madoka lowered her head, her shoulders trembled, and a weak sob that seemed to be suppressed reached Homura's ears.

"...Do you want to cry?"

"I... um... yes,... will I... disturb you..."

"It will not happen."

It was still a bit difficult to move her hands, but fortunately, the distance was not far, and Homura could reach the corner of her clothes.

"Cry if you want to cry, it's not good to hold back."

Yuan moved a chair and sat beside the bed, just lying on the quilt and crying, like a child, the tears that were suppressed just now seemed to burst out.

Yuan cried fiercely, and gradually, even Yan Yan couldn't help the soreness of his nose.

Homura was glad that she didn't die, she forgot that if she died so recklessly, she would be relaxed, what would Madoka who remained in this world do.

Fortunately, he did not die.

"sorry."

She reached out and touched her slightly oily, pink hair that was no longer shaggy as usual.But it doesn't matter, Homura doesn't mind at all.If I had to say it, it would be even worse if I smelled like potion all over my body like this.

Yuan raised his head to look at her.

"Are you Homura?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"No...nothing."

She burst into laughter, Homura didn't quite understand what was going on.

"?..."

"Nothing, really..."

"it is good…"

Yuan kept shaking her head, so she stopped asking.

"That, Homura."

"what's up?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Yuan abruptly made this request.

Normally, you might hesitate a bit.

But looking at it now, it seems that it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it is seen, even death can be overcome, a kiss is nothing.

"can."

Homura nodded.

The long-lost kiss was printed softly, and there was a taste of coffee in the round mouth.

How many cans of coffee did she drink to cheer herself up outside... while being kissed, Homura thought.

Three days later, it was confirmed that his life was out of danger, and Homura was transferred from the intensive care unit to a single ward.

A reporter from a TV station came to interview him. He didn’t want Mrs. Songyuan to know about it, and the rent had already been transferred to Mrs. Songyuan’s bank card. But now the media is too developed. Biography, it seems that everyone will know.

Mrs. Matsubara brought the sweets she wanted to eat but couldn't eat too much as a gift for her visit.Sayaka and Kyoko also came, and besides flowers, they also brought delicious food. Nagisa and Ba Mami also came to visit, and the cheese and black tea are very similar to these two.

She seldom moves every day, and Yan is thinking that if she eats like this, she will gain ten catties when she is discharged from the hospital.

...But what surprised Homura the most was that Madoka's parents and her younger brother also came to visit.

Just standing together and looking at her feels like a family, Madoka holds Homura's hand and introduces her family.

I don't know what to say at all... Madoka seems to have already told the family - about the relationship between the two.Homura is not good at dealing with strangers, but when facing Madoka's parents, she must speak more seriously, but because she was too nervous, she didn't say anything.

Will it leave a bad impression on me... Homura is worried.But as far as Madoka's feedback is concerned, Mom and Dad still like Homura quite a bit. Madoka also explained that Homura is like this because she is too nervous, and she is usually not insensitive.

How should I put it... I always feel that although it is not good to think so, Homura thinks it is not bad to be injured like this.

Yuan sat on the side and peeled apples for her. She would come after get off work and bring dishes cooked by her father. Mr. Shikame is a very good cook and the dishes taste super delicious.

Then, you don't have to do it yourself.Normally, asking Madoka to feed him would not make Homura blush to the base of his neck, but now that his right hand is broken, it seems that he really can't eat by himself, and this has become a legitimate reason.

Madoka would ask her what she wanted to eat, then scoop up a spoonful of rice, and then put a little bit of the dish Homura wanted on it, and if it was too hot, she would carefully cool it down and hand it to her mouth to feed it.

very happy.

Because he was so happy, the first time he was fed this way, he couldn't help crying after only three mouthfuls. Yuan had to put down the spoon and comfort him like a domesticated pet.

I never felt sick or injured was a good thing, but now Homura sincerely feels that the hospital is not such an annoying place.

How do you say that sentence, how can you know that it is not a blessing if you lose your horse?

Looking at the visiting gifts and flower baskets placed by the bed, Homura narrowed her eyes comfortably.

After recovering a bit, Yuan rented a wheelchair from the hospital, because he was still unable to walk, but it was no problem to be pushed for a walk while sitting in the wheelchair.

Except for the first day after I rented it, it was rainy one after another, and the scope of activities was greatly reduced, just activities in the hospital building.

The windows in other parts of the hospital are half the height of a person, and only the rest area on the top floor has floor-to-ceiling windows.In the past few days, Yuan would push the wheelchair and bring Yan to the window.

Madoka seemed a little sorry, but Yan didn't think there was anything wrong, the weather was force majeure.And being pushed by Yuan, and being with Yuan, she can go anywhere.

"Hey, round."

"Ok?"

"What if—I mean, if I can't stand up all the time, what should I do?"

Madoka crouched in front of Homura, put some blankets that had slipped back on her lap, and looked up at her.

"Take care of you forever."

"It's very troublesome."

"It's ok."

"...don't be kidding me."

"I am serious."

The round smile is very gentle.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's not for a lifetime, I've already asked this question, Homura thought that he just wanted to hear this answer for himself.

"By the way, Homura, let's play with this? I saw it on the glass window of the school two days ago... Ah, although I am very student-like, I have always wanted to play."

She stood up, bent down, and took a breath on the glass window where the flame could reach. The gas met the cold glass and condensed into a white mist on the window.

Madoka drew an umbrella on the white mist with her fingers, and wrote "まどか" on the left under the umbrella.

"...willing to write?", she looked back at her.

The drops of water on the glass slide down the side of the "か" and the handle of the umbrella.

"……Um."

This is the matching umbrella.

あいあいかさ.

Homura raised her hand and wrote her name on the right side of the umbrella.

— Homura used to hate rainy days very much.

The air is very humid, it is not convenient to hang clothes to dry, and it is inconvenient to go out, and the whole person will feel depressed.

"Does Yuan like rainy days?"

"I like it. It's very comfortable to sleep on a rainy day, and it's quieter to work. Does Homura like it?"

But if you ask now.

"I like it."

Homura...is a poor man who has been tricked by fate.

Demons love God, and God loves the world.

But no matter what, I hope Homura can be happy.

And that perfection.

...something that is perfect everywhere, but not so beautiful :)