Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

Near noon, after a gunshot was heard in the hospital, there was no movement for a while.Those guarding behind the cordon covered their mouths and stared straight at the direction of the hospital. However, after waiting for a long time, they still did not wait for the next shot/sound.

They fled in a hurry at the beginning of the attack. Many of them were only wearing thin hospital gowns and surgical gowns. Their faces were pale and their lips were purple from the cold.The police sent hot milk, and the nearby residents also sent warm clothes, but perhaps because they had stood in the cold wind for a long time, or perhaps because the sudden change caused panic, each of them turned blue with blue lips.Until the more or less warm noon sun enveloped them and the hospital.

The police guarding outside the cordon answered the communicator, and everyone present heard a somewhat distorted voice from the communicator: "The attacker has been shot dead."

"Shot dead? By whom?" asked the policeman.

"The little green goblin who was sent to the operating room in the early morning."

"..." Didn't that guy almost die after being shot?

The policeman asked, "What about the Night Witch?"

"The night witch flew away on her broom."

"..."

It was probably because this sudden shot ended the attack, so that the shot/sound was extraordinarily powerful. After hitting Rosie's eardrums, she fell into a dizziness for several seconds, but it was strangely even in the sunlight. The flying dust can be seen clearly.

She thought she saw faces in the winter sun, the Mathers's, Natalia's, Tony's, and... her.

Although she had the same face, she was still sure that this girl was not herself, but the Rosie Mathers who had been replaced by her.

Her long blond hair was neatly combed, and her blue eyes were undisguised, with a very pure smile, just like the adjective Rosie once heard about this girl from others, gentle and kind , without the slightest edge.

A materially rich family, loving parents, and a loving daughter.

This is the life that Rosie Mathers once wanted to have, but only dared to dream about for a minute before falling asleep at night.

"I'm sorry, I..." Rosie murmured into her eyes.

She didn't know why she apologized, whether it was because she deprived others of their right to live, or because of her negligence, she killed the other's family.

The girl smiled and narrowed her eyes slightly, shook her head, and quickly disappeared into the sunlight.

It wasn't until someone helped the crumbling Rosie that she woke up from the series of hallucinations. There were no familiar or unfamiliar faces in front of her eyes, only a messy operating room corridor.

The man with the exact same face as Bruce Wayne lay at her feet, staring at her with wide-open eyes, his mouth opened and closed weakly, blood mixed with foam poured out from the corner of his mouth, staining most of his body red With a face, he said something vaguely, but soon there was no movement.

Just a second ago, she was strangled by this man, walking on the verge of death, but at this moment, she finally escaped the difficulty of breathing, and stared blankly at the corpse at her feet.

She turned her head slightly, and saw that the door of the operating room had been opened, and those people who had been hiding in the operating room rushed out. Harry, who had asked her with a smile how to thank his savior, had been pinned down by several medical staff. Looking at the open wound on his chest, his face was pale, but there was no pain on his face, as if the injured person was not himself.

As if feeling Rosie's gaze, he turned his head to meet Rosie's gaze.

The two of them also described being embarrassed, but after experiencing an accident, there was no strong expression of emotion on their faces.

After what seemed like a long time, she saw Harry move his lips.

He was saying, "Can you pick me up and leave the hospital in a few days?"

Rosie used to be admitted to the hospital frequently, and Harry, a high school student, would send a message to her who was bored in the hospital every time, saying that he would come to pick her up the next day, but every time, she refused.

She looked at Harry's haggard and mature face, smiled, and said silently, "Okay."

She left the hospital on a broom before the police arrived, so no one knew how beautiful the Night Witch was when she came, and how miserable she was when she left.

The blood stains splashed on her body had already solidified and dried up, and together with the scars, they left traces of different colors on her body. In the past, she always sat sideways on the broom, and occasionally when she was in a good mood, there would be traces of different colors. The next string of Night Miko's signature laughter.But after the broom lifted her into the air this time, she felt that she was getting closer and closer to the sun, and the warmth gave the exhaustion a chance to take advantage of it. She sighed, no longer straightened her back, but bent down , lying on the broom.

Sensing its master's fatigue, the broom slowed down a little.

"Don't stop," said Rosie. "Hurry up, hurry up and get home."

The broom immediately picked up speed and flew in the direction of Mathers House.

She lay on the broom, looking at the eaves and domes passing by under her feet, the light reflected from the sun wrapped in snow made her eyes sting slightly, she closed her eyes, and looked forward again.

For a second, she was afraid of seeing the quiet and wealthy neighborhood destroyed in ruins, and she was also afraid that the police would drag out three familiar corpses from the ruins.

She simply closed her eyes.

And after such a close, all the exhaustion suppressed by rationality and worry surged up, and she just felt that the cold wind was blowing on her face in a daze, a little bit painful, a bit like fighting with a neighbor boy over a football when she was a child It hurts like that when you get hurt.

At that time, she always came home with bruises all over her body, and she didn't cry like other children, but when she saw Natalia, she ran over happily and said how she heroically defeated the bullying group with one against five. The boys went home beaten bitterly.The happier she talked, the softer Natalia smiled. Then she knelt down, stretched out her hand, and gently wiped off the dirt on her face.

"Rosie is amazing."

"What's the matter! When I grow up, I will beat my uncle to the ground so that he will never dare to bully Natalia again!"

"Okay, I'm waiting." Natalia smiled and leaned over, and pressed a light kiss on her forehead.

Only this time, apart from feeling the warm kiss mark on her forehead, a drop of liquid dripped heavily on her left eyelid. She wondered if it was raining, so she first heard waves of extremely depressed crying.

"Isn't this our little Rosie... She's still so young..."

"Rosie, open your eyes and look at your mother, she is about to faint from crying."

"It turns out that the Rosie we watched growing up is the Night Witch. My God, what did this child bear..."

"This is really cruel to a girl like Rosie..."

Rosie: "..."

"Sister Rosie, don't die!"

Rosie: "..."

When she was still hesitating whether to open her eyes to see this cruel world, she heard a familiar voice with a smile sounding above her head: "Secretary Mathers feels comfortable sleeping on a broom, but I think Your broom doesn't think so."

Rosie could only slowly open her eyes, met the boss's playful eyes, then tilted her head slightly, looking at the faces that were so familiar to her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Before she fell asleep on the broom, she had made countless guesses about everything here, but she never thought that she would be surrounded by neighbors in her own community and cast caring and loving eyes.

This is still the residential area where she has lived for more than a year. The snow-covered houses of the past Christmas still left a little festive atmosphere. A naive snowman, a few birds flapped their wings and flew up to the treetops, causing the branches to shake slightly, and a few flakes of snow fell.

She always felt that all this was so quiet that it was unreal, as if those bizarre stories had never happened to her. Snow, just fell down.

Her gaze finally fell on the two people closest to her. Mrs. Mathers was sobbing softly with her head down, and Mr. Mathers looked at her with a frown, his eyes red.

She was wearing a black down jacket with a circle of gray fluff on the hood of the down jacket. She only felt that these soft faces made her eyes hurt, so she couldn't help but close her eyes. The hot liquid suddenly broke through the shackles of her eye sockets, and slid down, dispersing the blood clots on her cheeks.

"Dad... Mom..."

She quietly clenched the edge of the down jacket and whispered, "I... am back."

As soon as the words fell, she felt a pair of arms pulled her into a warm embrace from the cold winter wind. She could smell the fresh perfume on Mrs. Mathers, and she could also tell that there were some perfumes used by Mr. Mathers in it. With the smell of aftershave, she seemed to fall into an embrace, and it seemed that many people stretched out their arms to embrace her.

"Welcome home, my Rosie."

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Sorry for being late, the next chapter is the end chapter.

Currently, I want to see some episodes of those characters =L