[JOJO] Do my best

, she seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare, her two eyebrows were tightly intertwined at this moment, and her lower lip was bitten white.

Seeing that words could not wake her up, Trixie reached out to push her.

"...ma..."

"what?"

"...mama..."

"..."

The girl curled up like a baby, trembling slightly, her normally pink nails dug into her palms, almost turning color with such force.Those vague words barely became clear, as if she was afraid of something, and the frequency of her trembling became faster and faster. It was said to be trembling, but it was more like convulsions after an illness.The pale lips opened and closed, and the words that spit out did not form sentences at all.Unknowingly, the five fingers that spread out unconsciously grabbed the quilt under him, leaving wrinkles.

"Jiu... save..."

Trish was terrified.

It was the first time she had seen such a situation.

Trish didn't try to wake the girl up again. She had heard that in such a situation, it would be a bad idea to wake up someone who had a nightmare.When she realized it, Trixie had already wrapped her in a quilt and hugged her into her arms. She touched her arm when covering Stella with the quilt. The temperature was simply not what normal people can have. She was as low as a piece of ice. !

Trixiu subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tighter, trying to pass his body temperature over.

What should I do now in this situation?

There is no hot water bottle at home, and there is no way to heat hot water.The pot of pasta I cooked last night used up all the wood in the house, and I had to go to the wood store to buy some more to heat the water, but...she just left Stella in this state alone at home , she felt uneasy again.

The person in his arms stopped convulsing, but the abnormality still persisted.Her lips became very pale, and her teeth trembled uncontrollably. Those words, like flour crushed and ground by a windmill, overflowed from her lips finely.

"I...don't dare...jiu...save...ma...mama..."

Cold sweat and tears covered her entire face, Stella closed her eyes tightly and sobbed in pain.

She is crying.

Seeing his friend in such pain, Trish almost cried along with him.She kept wiping away tears and sweat for Stella with her sleeves, but these were useless, when she wiped them off, more tears would flow.

Stella's crying was not coherent, it was more like an explosion that had been suppressed for a long time.It is the glass that can no longer bear the heavy pressure, and the glass covered with cobwebs just needs to be lightly shattered.It was broken into fine glass powder, stained with sad emotions, and penetrated into Trish's heart little by little like mixed with salt grains.

What happened to her friend in the dream?

What can she do to help her?

How can I make her stop crying?

Just as Trish's tears were piling up, her mother, Donatella, returned.

The gentle brown-haired woman comforted the emotionally broken Trish. She stretched out her hand across the bed to check the temperature of Stella's forehead, and found that the heat was frighteningly hot.

It wasn't that she was in a daze as Trixie said, but that she had a fever.

"Go get some cold water first."

As a single mother raising her children alone, Donatella naturally knows a lot about caring for children.She knew that Stella's fever was not an ordinary one, no child would have a fever without getting wet or sweaty, only a frail baby would be so sudden.

She didn't know what happened to Stella, but her daily relationship was enough for her to see that this child probably suppressed all her depression to the bottom of her heart.In addition, Trixiu was very happy to bring this child back to live with him, and would always take her outside to play and change his mood on weekdays, and Stella would ask for help to do something in return for the favor when she came back in the evening.

He lost his parents prematurely, became physically disabled, had no source of income, and was unable to return to school.

Mental exhaustion plus physical fatigue, adults may not be able to withstand it, let alone a ten-year-old child.

Donatella wiped off Stella's body sweat with a wet handkerchief. She usually hides her body in a loose dress, but now Donatella realizes that the girl is as thin as a piece of paper, with the skeleton connected to the skin Supporting her whole body, her ribs can be clearly seen through the skin—she is really too thin.If she wasn't still breathing, Donatella would almost think she was a corpse of overstarvation.

The woman changed Stella into dry clothes, which were a clean creamy yellow dress.The color is quite bright, and the pattern and lace on it add a lot of childishness, finally giving the people on the bed a little freshness.

A girl of this age should act like a baby in the arms of her family.

Donatella soaked the veil, wrung it dry and stuck it on Stella's forehead.Donatella twisted a few fever-reducing pills and fed them into the girl's mouth. She held the back of her head and fed water. Perhaps she was very thirsty, so she swallowed unconsciously.Stella's lower lip peeled badly, and the previous nightmare of high fever bit her lower lip to bleed, and those blood clots formed scabs and attached to her lips.

Donatella stared dreamily at those lips.

"Mom...did I do something wrong?" Trixie, who was holding a tub, suddenly asked.Did she rashly take Stella out at such a time to make her feel uncomfortable?As a friend, it is too late for her to realize that Stella has been ill for a long time. If she found out earlier...

Last time they went to the beach to pick up shells, even though Stella looked happy, her gradually pale complexion caught Trish's attention.She dropped the shell and wanted to go home with Stella first, but...

"I'm fine, we can play for a while, okay?"

Stella's expression was almost begging, and there were probably some other emotions mixed in, but Trixie didn't understand.Naively, she thought that Stella really just wanted to play with her for a while, so she held Stella's hand and continued to search for shells by the sea.

Thinking about it now, those dark red eyes were obviously churning with sadness, like a young bird with broken wings howling mournfully in a dilapidated nest, with one sound weaker than the other.It was also like the returning tide of the sea, which seemed to be fierce, but seemed so gentle when it rushed up to the ankles.When I looked around, there was nothing around except the dull sea water, as if I would drown in it if I took another look.

From then on, no matter where she said she was going, Stella followed her every step.If she said that she was going to go out alone, Stella would look at her with that sad expression again.

【Don't leave me】

"...You didn't do anything wrong." Donatella paused the hand that touched Stella's hot cheek, and the girl's quick and moist breath hit her wrist, and this gentle woman almost shed tears, "No one wrong."

Chapter 22

Trish looked bad when he woke up.

She dreamed about Stella's fever before, and the scene of the girl curled up on the bed like a shrimp was still fresh in her memory, and her forehead throbbed and swelled.

It's better not to sleep.

The rose red coat draped over her shoulders slipped off, and the sound of the zipper touching the floor caught Stella's attention.She was chatting with Mista, when she saw Trixie woke up, she immediately turned around to get a glass of water, Mista behind her shrugged and continued to look at the ceiling, they were talking about something interesting.

Stella seemed in a good mood.

"Terry Hugh, I dreamed of you just now."

She picked up the coat that fell on the ground, took out a light blue handkerchief from inside and handed it to Trixie, stretched out her index finger and nodded her temples, "I dreamed that we were picking shells by the sea together, the sea is very blue ’” There were two crooked letters embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, which Trish could barely recognize as “T” and “S”. Although it looked old, it didn’t look like it had been used much.

"I picked up a whole basket of shells, and then I went to catch several oysters." Speaking of this, the corners of Stella's lips couldn't stop rising, and stars seemed to be hidden in her eyes, "You had so much fun that you stepped on a hermit crab accidentally fell into the sea. You are scared because you wet the new dress Donatella bought."

"..."

"Sorry, should I mention this?"

Stella mistakenly believed that Trixiu's bad face was because she accidentally mentioned the other party's mother who died of illness, and it seemed that it was not good for her to mention this matter at such a time.

"I'm glad you can still remember this." Trish shook her head, her eyes were a little red, and she took the initiative to continue this memory.

Yes, that was not a dream, but something that happened in real life, a memory shared by the two of them.

"We got home and found that dress had a tear. It can dry when it's wet, but you can't hide it from your mother when there is a gap. You took out the needle and thread and sewed the dress on, and you still sewed on it." I bought a little pink octopus and a milk-brown squid." In order to take care of her as a child, Stella specially used a cartoon style, the pouting octopus and the dull squid snuggled up to each other.Obviously Stella is not a few years older than himself, but she always knows a lot of things. It is clear that he should take care of her, but now he has received a lot of care from her.

"But it was the first time I did this kind of meticulous work, and it was a bit difficult for me at the time."

The dress during the conversation between the two was put in the luggage of the residence in Capri by Trish. It was a dress that she cherished very much, and it carried the hearts of her mother and her friends.Even though it was too small to wear now, she still wanted to keep the skirt with her, where she could see it.But this time the trip was just to meet her father whom she had never met.