[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

I glanced at my watch and found that it was past four o'clock and it was almost dinner time.But I'm sure I can't eat, so I thought about cleaning up the house later and asking Fred to bring all the meals.

After thinking about it again, I think it might be safer to call my Mr. Bodyguard. After all, he knows that 'I' like to find boys to play with. If I find some medicine and some meals for this boy, it will save me. Spend a little more time, especially, he will keep it a secret for me, lest I appear among those nobles in the future and be ridiculed and questioned non-stop.

I don't have any more tricks to fool.And actually, that's the best option for Jack...

"Hey..." Jack sighed again, which meant he felt better, and then began to rub his chest with one hand and his abdomen with the other, and slowly straightened his body.

I was also helping him maintain his balance, and when he finally turned his face to the horizontal wall again, I supported him, sat up slowly on the bed, and then helped him take off his shirt and lay on the bed, Covered with a quilt again. "Don't..." As soon as he lay down, he immediately yelled, "Get me up, I can't lie down, I'm in a panic."

I dragged him up again, put two pillows on his back, and let him lie down again.

He only put his back on the pillow, raised his head, and hung his neck and head back in the air naturally. It seemed uncomfortable, but it allowed his throat to be stretched to the most unobstructed state, which was good for breathing.

Jack's hand still didn't leave his chest, and his chest rose and fell so much that he was almost panting. Every time he exhaled, he could hear his chest making a wheezing sound. Exhaling was obviously more difficult than inhaling, because he would tense up. Stretch your neck and lift your shoulders a little, in order to save a little effort to exhale.

Jack closed his eyes again, only then did he notice that his pale complexion had an unhealthy glow, and his whole body was much thinner than he looked, with some chicken breasts.The ribs are clearly attached to the inner wall of the skin, and the blood vessels above are swollen and bulging, which is clear and exaggerated. When he inhales, the skin and flesh in the intercostal space will also be sucked in, which looks like a In floating general.

I frowned and observed for a while, then lifted his ankle and pressed it—sure enough, a dimple was sunken in his skin, and when I let go, it calmed down without leaving any traces.

I tried again on his arms, thighs and above the collarbone, and found that there was nothing else, only the area near the neck and the lower limbs were slightly swollen.

Before, because Jack was too thin and wore long underwear, he couldn't see it clearly, and he didn't think about it.

——This doesn't look like a sudden at all...

"Cough! Cough cough—cough cough—cough cough cough—!" He suddenly coughed violently for a while, his body was bounced up, and then he fell back weakly, then turned his head sideways, opened his mouth, and stretched back and forth Tongue, want to spit out.

There was some 'snoring' phlegm sound in his nasal cavity and throat, and he coughed his throat several times, but he still didn't spit out anything.

I turned him sideways and clasped him on the back a few more times. He also coughed in cooperation, and then heard a 'grunt', and a mouthful of viscous phlegm vomited out of his mouth.

Jack spit the phlegm into the palm of my hand under his mouth that I had prepared, but after that, he seemed to have exhausted his strength, and fell on the side of the pile I had piled up for him. On the pillow, I began to breathe rapidly, but the wheezing sound was still loud, and it took about 10 minutes before my breathing slowed down again.

With the other hand, I smoothed his back comfortingly, then pulled the napkin, wiped my palm clean, and started to help him wipe the dirt off his body again.

Most of the secretion from his incontinence just now had rubbed off on my leg, but maybe because of the tossing just now, he involuntarily bleed out some residual fluid, which looked ugly hanging on his buttocks.

I wiped all those things carefully, and found the disposable towel I threw away after washing my hands in the morning from the bathroom, and came back to wipe the floor clean.

On the floor, apart from the ones he had just pulled and peed on, there was also the mouthful of blood that he had spit out.After I wiped it, I realized that there was still a lot of pus and phlegm in the blood, which looked cloudy and viscous.

I suddenly had a bad guess in my heart, and suddenly thought of Jack's fate, and I felt a little sad in my heart—this thing, it seems, is doomed.

Then after I cleaned up all these, I took off the dirty clothes on my body, threw them into the trash can, and found a new pajamas to change into.

"Sheen?" When I finished all these things, I heard Jack lying on the bed calling me.

"Oh." I hurried over and sat next to him.He turned sideways and wanted to turn around. I helped him lift his chest, back and waist, turned over, and lay on his side facing me.Only then did he realize that his face was very red.

I probably understood what was wrong, so I gave a narrow chuckle, and while pulling the quilt over to help him cover it, I deliberately asked, "What's wrong?"

He bit his lower lip, unable to speak out of embarrassment, looking at the sheets with dodgy eyes.I looked at him for a while, thinking that he was still weak, so I didn't deliberately tease him, "Don't think too much, just lie down and rest for a while, I'll call dinner in later, and I'll get you some medicine. "

"...Oh." He responded muffledly. He was silent, but seemed preoccupied. He stretched out a hand and held mine.I shook it back and asked, "I'll take you to the ship's doctor later, shall I?"

"Is there a ship doctor on this ship?" He asked strangely, but he still refuted me, "Even if there is, there is nothing to check, and people will mistake it for an infectious disease." He pouted and said unhappily.

I thought it was for this reason that I didn't plan to take him to the ship's doctor. ——But there is no ship doctor on this ship?

Of course, there was no medical equipment for inspection on this ship, and the level of medical technology is backward, so I might as well take care of it myself.

So I just clapped my hands obediently, and said: "Then I'll ask someone to deliver the food, wait for me for a while, and then I'll lie down with my arms around you, okay?" Feeling comfortable, she leaned down and kissed his cheek, comforting him gently.

After all, just now, he was dragging and defecating on the ground and rubbing against my legs, and I wiped his ass for such a big guy—I always feel a little embarrassed in my heart.

Moreover, the illness just now was so violent that it almost killed him. Thinking about it, even if Jack is a very calm person, he is more or less frightened now, right?

His cheeks became even redder, and he didn't say anything, he just quickly retracted his hands and covered them under the quilt.I rubbed his hair, then got up and went to the living room outside. Before I left, he suddenly grabbed my hand again, dragged him over, and was pressed against my cheek by Jack, and kissed me fiercely!

After that, I couldn't see his blushing head anymore, so I patted his body with a smile, then stood up, pressed the beeper, and picked up the microphone hanging on the wall:

"Hi, Mr. Pastor, I'm your waiter Fred, what service do you need?"

"Fred, call my bodyguard for me, thank you."

"Okay, please wait, sir."

I hung up the phone and waited for a while before there was a regular knock on the door.

I opened the door, and sure enough, Mr. Bodyguard was standing outside rigidly, "Sir, what's the matter?"

I signaled Fred, who was standing behind him, to leave, and after seeing him go a little farther, I said to Mr. Bodyguard: "Please bring me dinner to the room. I just need two servings of porridge or soup. I want it to be light. No cream or too much seasoning."

Mr. Bodyguard looked at me curiously, and waited for my next words, because he knew that if it was just like this, I wouldn't ask Fred to call him over instead of the waiter.

Then I whispered in his ear and told him that there was a boy in the room, and he immediately put on an expression of disbelief, with a little more helplessness in his eyes.

I smiled briefly, and then asked: "He is not in good health, can you help me find some morphine and nitroglycerin, is there a preparatory doctor on this ship?"

"There is no doctor, but these first-aid medicines are still ready." His helpless expression became a little serious and thoughtful, and there was some tacit inquiry in his eyes when he looked at me.

I think he probably understood, and to my delight, this reaction let me know that these two medicines exist in this era, so I gave him a slight nod to confirm his guess.

"Is everything all right, master?" he asked cautiously.

"No, don't worry, I've recovered. These are just spares. Don't forget to get some syringes for me. I'm afraid he will commit another crime at night..."

"Why don't you send him back? If something happens in your house, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

This is very true, but I am also helpless about it.I can't tell Mr. Bodyguard that I'm in love with this boy, can I?

So I just touched the bridge of my nose, then pointed to the tunnel, "Go, I'm a little tired from all the trouble just now."

He glanced at the corner of his lips, gave me a disapproving look, then took a step back, intending to leave.But before leaving, he still told me unwillingly, "I hope you think about it, this disease...if it gets severe, it will kill you...Although he may just be A third-class pauper?"

I nodded and closed the door. ——Of course I know, that's why I don't worry about letting him go back to the third-class cabin to rest alone. I don't want him to die before I leave.

I sat outside and waited for a while, poured a large glass of boiling water and set it aside to dry, and then I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door, and sure enough, it was my Mr. Bodyguard who came back with a straight face. He was holding a tray with two soup cups in his hands, and a bag on his wrist, containing some glass and some cardboard boxes. Packaged medicines.

I asked him to come in and put things on the end table, then checked the medicine in my pocket.Although the syringe is still old glass and thick, and the morphine and nitroglycerin are also a little old, but they are still up to standard.

I habitually checked the expiration date and quality, and after making sure that the quantity he brought was enough for first aid, I raised my head again, "Thank you."

But seeing my Mr. Bodyguard looking at the inner room with a serious face, I followed his line of sight, only to find that Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt, looking at us calmly, with some curiosity.

"Why are you up?" I didn't avoid Mr. Bodyguard, and asked softly.

Jack blushed a little, pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and clenched his fingers on the bed sheet, but didn't answer.I looked at the Mr. Bodyguard beside me, and said easily: "Now that I see who he is, can you return the world of the two of us?"

"Sir." He called me very seriously this time, "I know I have no right to interfere with you, but I just think, at least think about the young master... When we return to the United States, this will definitely not work , then you will be very sad."