[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

In the early morning after returning from that world, I called the head nurse temporarily and asked for a three-day leave.

The reason for this is actually very simple, just because of bad mood.Even though the head nurse felt very uncomfortable in her ears, and talked on the phone for a long time, she still insisted on resting in the end.

Then from that day until now, I sat on the bed, turned on the computer, watched a movie for a while, and watched the sunlight outside the window for a while.

The cigarette in my hand has never been extinguished, I smoke one after another, the butts of the cigarettes are piled up under my feet and almost become a hill, but I still can only anesthetize myself with nicotine...

This is really a good thing. When he is sad, he can double the sadness, and when looking back on those happy times in the past, he can double the happiness.

Her emotions were strengthened by this 'fuel' so much that she almost forgot herself, only remembering Sean Pastor who stayed on the Titanic and fell into the Atlantic Ocean with her.

Sitting on the bed, insisting that it was actually the same Sean Pastor.

But look at the sky framed by the grid outside the window, it is a dull gray, and look at the tall buildings outside, reflecting the harsh white light.

It was not soft and beautiful at all, and it was not at all the same as the sunshine I saw before I was dying.The sunshine here is full of the cold and hard texture of metal, which is so strong and domineering that it hurts the head, making everything look vague and gloomy.

Every scene is the most familiar. These things used to make people disgusted, but now they make people sad.

Because there is no way to hate this place anymore, I still have a sense of joy in my heart, but I can't help but hate it, because the atmosphere makes me feel depressed, and this world makes me feel lost.

"Tsk...ch——" laughed at himself, opened a beer and poured it into his mouth, but halfway he felt that it was not enjoyable enough, so he picked up the few Erguotou at the foot of the bed and poured it down, and then Dazed, staring at the paused screen on the computer screen.

It was Jack's smile, or rather, the actor Leonardo's smile.

The smile is very cheerful, and the eyes are like stars!Rubbing the corner of his eye with a finger, even through the screen, I still seem to see the slightly red spot when we met for the last time...

He's Jack, and he's not.

He is the actor Jack in the movie, belonging to Rose and the audience.

But it's not the one in my heart, only [-]% similar to him, but completely different emotionally, engraved in my heart, my love for Jack.

Sad to find that there is no way to even find a sustenance for myself...

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From the heart-wrenching heartache at the beginning, to the present, I was numb and indifferent to the feeling of tearing between fantasy and reality.

At least, as long as you don't think about it...

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When Jack opened his eyes, he found that his mouth was stuffed with a very thick and long metal tube, which kept his mouth open, and his lips could only wrap around the metal tube.

He was lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by huge instruments that made beeping sounds.He was surrounded by these huge machines, and the skin all over his body was made very cold by these things.

He turned his head, let out a vague 'en', and then took a deep breath, trying to spit out the big stone stuck in his chest, but it didn't help.

He felt really uncomfortable.As if he was about to die, if it wasn't for that tube that was stuffed into his mouth uncomfortably and kept blowing air into it, he thought, he might have forgotten what breathing is.

He could feel that the power he could control was very weak, and it was the metal cans, or the thick needles on his arms, or other drugs that helped him to maintain his life.

He thanked the metal tube, every time he exhaled his last breath, that thing could push a bigger gas into his chest, until his chest was blown out and agitated, let He rolled his eyes in pain to know that he was still alive!

"Are you awake...?" From an angle he couldn't see, he heard light footsteps coming, Jack soon saw a very beautiful nurse lady wearing a white dress, Taking an apron, he walked to his bedside.

Jack blinked vigorously, and gradually saw the gentle lady clearly.

She lay on his bedside, looked at him seriously, and shook his eyes with her hand, "Are you conscious? Are you awake?"

Of course - Jack answered her in his heart, but because he couldn't speak, he could only nod slightly.

This pleased the young nurse, and rang his bedside bell—a sound that Jack knew so well, because he had heard it so much as a child.

This is called a doctor.Jack thought that he would probably live here for a long time, especially if he might die here.

He lifted his chin so that he could breathe more smoothly, straightened his back, and tried his best to make himself lie a little more comfortably.

Then he thought—wonder, if he could afford the medical bills.

It must be very expensive to live in the ward and breathe oxygen.But in fact, he was just a poor ghost, Sean was gone, who else would care about his rotten life?

Thinking of this, Jack couldn't help but lift his arm, which was pierced by many needles, and put it on his aching heart.

The pain was throbbing, it came very suddenly, but he almost couldn't come up in one breath!The one next to him immediately let out an ugly and piercing scream, 'Di——! ' With the sound of the bell, the doctors who were aroused by the bell just now came to Jack's bedside within a few seconds.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"It's not too clear, he just woke up and can't speak yet."

Jack listened to their conversation, he could hear clearly, and he could see a doctor wearing a mask coming to those huge machines, glanced at him, and then put his hand on a rotary knob, turning it slightly Moved a bit.

After a while, Jack found that the metal pipe in his mouth was spewing more gas!

But it worked and made him feel better instantly!

The doctor came over and took a closer look at him, put a stethoscope on his heart and listened carefully, looked at the electrocardiogram display screen next to him, he probably checked whether the numbers on it were accurate, and checked the various infusion medicines The flow in the pipe, finally, looked at Jack's face again.

Jack looked at him weakly, watching the doctor gently lift his head up with both hands, then bent down, shaking a metal rod, and slowly raised the head of Jack's bed.

When he felt that the upper half of his buttocks could finally maintain a slanted posture, he felt much better.

"Uh...uh..." Jack looked at the doctor, wanting to ask about his own physical condition, but in fact, a tube was inserted in his mouth, so he couldn't say no at all. What to say.

He was still clutching his heart, the pain hadn't passed yet, although it had eased a lot.

"Don't worry, calm down first, don't think about anything." The doctor saw Jack's eagerness, pulled off the mask, and showed a gentle smile, "Come on, follow this-take a deep breath-huh- suck--"

Driven by his movements, Jack couldn't help letting his breathing rhythm follow him, taking long, deep breaths. After following him for a few times, he felt a little dizzy in his head, but his heart felt much better.

He fell on the bed in a daze, tilted his face, squinted his eyes and watched the doctor put the stethoscope on his heart and listened, then adjusted one of the many infusion lines a little faster, and looked at the doctor again. After watching the big machine next to him for a while, the expression on his face relaxed again.

Jack thought, and felt, that he might not be dying yet.

That's fine, there are always things that need to be done.

Sheen...

Jack closed his eyes again, thinking drowsily.

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One night three days later, this was the first night after returning to work, I came to a familiar nightclub.

There are still men and women frantically frolicking, pulling each other's pants, licking and kissing each other, hugging and rolling all over the floor.

With a low smile of 'hehe', he jumped over them and jumped onto the stage in the center of the nightclub.The band and lead singer on the stage greeted each other, and saw the piano cover lifted from the piano bench they had been sitting on for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, looking at the bright and colorful lights shining on the piano cover, the reflected light made me feel sour with familiarity.

He pursed his lips, smiled twitchingly, and then glanced at the lead singer standing in front - he was a pretty young man, he was very good at bedtime, we had a beautiful relationship once, remember, the last time I saw him, Even though they have been separated for a long time, they can still find the residual tenderness in each other's eyes.

But now, he only saw his own, yes, fluctuating and longing emotions in his eyes.But he didn't see his remaining feelings.

It's been a long time since I sat on this stool, and the men and women rolling below all realized that the scene was too quiet, and they always parted a little bit uncontrollably, although their lips were still sticky together.

"Hey—" the lead singer winked while holding the microphone, "What are you doing? Play it!"

But looking at him, looking at the dancing light in his eyes.I have to admit that even though the two have no similarities at all, but at this moment, they really saw the sly Jack in this expression.

I thought of us sitting in the singing classroom, smelling the lingering smell of paint in the cabin of the Titanic, putting his hands on my hands, and taking him to play the piano together...

——At that time, I didn't cherish... I didn't hug him for a while.

Shaking his head, he swallowed hard the feeling of congestion that had flooded his nasal cavity, raised his head, and said to him, "Can you let me sing?"

"......what?"

"You mean, help put the microphone here, let's try it?" He said seriously, making the little boy look at it in confusion for a while, including the rest of the band sitting beside him, they all looked at it in disbelief, Exclaimed: "Can you sing?!"

"Of course! What's so difficult about it? As long as you have the same feelings, isn't it all the same?" Keyou said, then stood up by herself, took the microphone from the boy, Put it in front of your piano.

Those in the audience were obviously aware of this series of changes, and thought that they were going to let out a loud howl to shock the audience, and their cheeks flushed with excitement, and they watched with bright eyes full of anticipation. .

But they definitely don't know that at this time they just found a song to mourn their love.

"What tune do you want? What do you want to sing?" Even the companions in the group set up their basses, and after realizing it, they tilted their mouths to reveal rows of yellow teeth, which were all smoked, and seemed extra tolerant.

They definitely thought that they needed rock music to help, but they didn't know that they just needed their help and a drum to match the piano.

"Anything, if you think it's appropriate..."

Sitting in front of the piano, the bright lights above the head rotated frequently, but it didn't become softer at all, but it made me feel more and more dry.

fingers, pressed the first key—

【I think I should be the loneliest

But I forgot the warm eyes beside me

no matter how lonely it is

As long as you are with me...]

For a while, there was silence.They all looked in surprise at the sudden, inappropriate music.

——Look, the carnival is waiting for you below!What a melancholy love song!brother!

——[I thought I might be the loneliest

But ignore the beautiful tenderness in my heart

No matter how lonely you are, it's not helpless

There are footsteps around...]

The moment I raised my head, I saw such a meaning in the eyes of my friends, turning them into words and appearing in front of my eyes.

However, thinking about this time, my heart is haunted by the aptness of this word.Express regret and regret.

——[When you are lonely, you can still hug

how sweet that would be

When you are lonely, you can still think about it

How lucky that would be...]

Eyes closed, troubled by the scenes of the past, surrounded by the sound of 'Shien'.

Trapped in, trapped in that experience, trapped in all the fantasies of the present.

Dreaming, singing for him, dreaming, on the Titanic, as soon as you return to your room, you can see Fred guarding the passageway, and as soon as you open the door, you can see Jack lying on the bed, sleeping soundly .

Perhaps, he was still carrying a hot lunch, then picked him up from the bed, put him in his arms, and kissed him until he opened his dazed lake green eyes and watched with dissatisfaction.

There, full of reflections...

——[When you are alone, hold it like this

never give up

When I feel lonely, I think like this

All my life is just to cherish......】

After that, we hid in the room again, because we hated the hypocrisy and politeness outside, we huddled together for dinner.

The hot lunch was nothing good, and even the knives and forks were so crappy that the little villain laughed contemptuously...

"Sheen..."

The author has something to say: *Note: The first place where the ventilator was recorded was in Copenhagen in 1915.

But because there is no indication of when the ventilator was used, this article is set in 1912. The ventilator was not widely used, but it has already appeared in large hospitals in the United States.

PS: It seems that the zigzag line of the ECG has not been invented yet, so the setting in this article is that the ECG monitoring at this time can only display the heart rate, and an alarm will be issued when the heart rate exceeds the threshold.