father - home

I don't know how long it has been.Suddenly, a sudden, even frantic knock on the door woke me up from my trance. Between the knocks, a soldier called: "Lieutenant von Meissenbach, are you there? Sir, are you there? Open the door quickly!" ! Sir. Lieutenant Rauscher told you to hurry."

I opened my eyes suddenly, and my mind immediately cleared up.Ernst asked me to go in this way. At this time, something must have happened, and it must be him, otherwise Ernst would never have been so reckless.By the way, that dream, that dream must be meaningful, could it be... I tried my best to control myself, not letting myself jump up suddenly, but sitting up slowly.Even so, I still didn't feel well, with a dull pain in my chest, and I started sweating.Fortunately, Ernst left the medicine on the bedside table.I poured a nitroglycerin from the medicine bottle into my mouth, held it under my tongue, and looked at my watch. It was 7:43. I don't know if it was evening or early morning. Ernst closed the curtains before leaving.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a few seconds, during which the knocking turned into a knocking, and the call turned into a shout.

I finally went over and opened the door.

It was Ernst's SS guard who came.When he saw me, the door-knocking hand stopped in mid-air, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and he froze there as if he had seen a ghost.

I know that I look terrible now, so I don't blame him, but I feel so dizzy that I have to reach out to hold the door frame. "Lieutenant Rauscher...now...where?" The words were incoherent, and it seemed that the nitroglycerin hadn't fully worked.

"In the hospital, sir." The nurse came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to help me, and asked cautiously: "Sir, your complexion is very bad, are you okay?"

"It's okay... what time is it now?"

"7:45, sir."

"morning?"

"Yes, sir."

So, I've had a day and a night of sleep.

I turned and went back into the house and put on my clothes as fast as I could. "Come here." I called the nurse and threw him the jacket, coat and armor belt on the hanger, "Take... let's go."

I tucked the bottom of my shirt into my trousers as I ran downstairs.At this time, if anyone happened to see it, he would be very surprised: what happened to make Lieutenant von Meissenbach panic and embarrassed to such an extent.

As soon as I walked out the door, the cold air hit me head-on, and I couldn't help shivering.The nurse quickly handed over the coat: "Put it on quickly, sir, it's cold outside."

I took the coat and put it on, should have said thank you, or at least smiled.But all I had was that thought, that dream, and I forgot about the rest.I wanted to ask the nurse Ernst why he told me to go, but I was afraid of hearing terrible news. In the end, I didn't do anything, didn't say anything, and just ran to the hospital.The nurse took my coat and chased after me until I arrived at the hospital. Not to mention wearing a coat, the coat hadn't even been buttoned properly.

The weather is fine today, but the temperature is very low, the sun is bright, but there is no warmth, and the snow that fell two days ago has not melted at all.

"Sir, Lieutenant Rauscher is in Ward 25." The nurse reminded me as I approached the hospital.

I stepped on the ground and almost fell off the steps at the entrance of the hospital. Ward 25 is specially prepared for dying patients. It is the place where those patients who are about to die, or who do not need to be treated even though they will not die immediately, are waiting for Ernst to give them the final solution.

I rushed into Room 25, and Ernst hugged me.If not, I would have fallen directly in front of his hospital bed.

"Calm down! Marty, calm down!" Ernst whispered in my ear.

Only then did I notice that there were far more than just the two of us in the ward, but who those people were and what they were doing here didn't interest me.I couldn't take my eyes off the haggard, pale, and peaceful face on the hospital bed.

"What's going on?" I leaned on Ernst's shoulder and asked weakly.

"I'm sorry, Marty, I was negligent. He didn't show up for the roll call earlier today. The 'Professor' went to his barracks and saw Gabriel hanging from the beams, dead, and he was lying in Gabriel's at Er's feet."

"died?"

"No, he's not dead yet, he's in a coma."

I pushed Ernst away and stared at him in disgust. "Then why are you still standing here? Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you save him?"

At this moment, a voice next to him said: "Sir, you are ready."

I followed the sound and saw that it was the Jewish doctor working here, holding a syringe filled with medicine in his hand.My eyes widened in horror: the ordinary needle was equipped with an extra long needle. "No!" My eyes darkened and my body shook.A pair of strong hands supported me from under the armpits.I turned around abruptly, broke away from Ernst's support, and waved away.

The hand was seized, and Ernst said to me in a low voice, "Marty, wake up! Don't do this!"

yes!Quite a few people in the ward looked at our two 'sirs' like this, it was nothing.I closed my eyes, suppressed my anger, and squeezed out a few words: "Let them go!"

"You all go out!"

After a burst of very light footsteps, the room fell silent.

Ernst pulled a chair over. "Sit down, Marty, you're about to fall."

I don't appreciate it.I really wanted to sit down, but I couldn't stand anymore. I grabbed the railing of the hospital bed to steady myself and looked up at Ernst. "Enny, you are my friend, how can you do such a thing to him? How can you be so cruel and ruthless? Don't you think you haven't killed enough people? To him..."

"it is my responsibility."

"Enough, don't talk to me about your responsibilities. I just want you to tell me, why did you do this to him? Why did you ask me to see you do such a thing? Why torture me?"

"I didn't mean to torture you, Marty. I called you because I knew you'd hate me forever if I didn't let you see him for the last time."

"Then if you do such a thing to him, don't you worry that I will hate you for the rest of your life?"

"I know you will hate me, but it's his choice, it's his own decision, I'm just fulfilling his wish."

"What do you mean?"

"Marty," Ernst put a shard of glass into my hand. "The 'Professor' found it in his hands."

"What is this?" I felt faintly uneasy.

"Shards of Fabian's glasses." Ernst lifted the corner of the sheet, and his left hand was wrapped with a thick, bloody bandage around his wrist. "I've already checked, and the wound on the wrist was scratched by the shards of the glasses. It's just that the scratch was not deep enough, and the bleeding was stopped in time, so he didn't die from excessive blood loss."

"What can this explain?" At this moment, my mind was in a mess, and I didn't understand the meaning of these things.

"This shows that he wants to commit suicide and wants to end his own life."

"You nonsense!" I couldn't stand any longer, and slid down Ernst's arm on the chair.Ernst kept his hand on me.

"I'm not talking nonsense, and I'm not making assumptions. Last night, Gabriel talked to him. He was in the barracks, and many people saw him. He scratched his own wrist in front of Gabriel. Fortunately, Gabriel stopped him in time. It didn’t cut too deep, and then Gabriel bandaged him again to stop the bleeding.”

"Why can't Gabriel threaten him and kill him? Have you ever seen anyone commit suicide in front of others?"

"But I've never seen someone go for treatment after killing someone. Besides, if Gabriel really wants to kill him, there's no need to do this. He's not the same person he was before, including Gabriel, almost everyone, It could have easily killed him. He just wanted to do it himself. I think he must be very upset that he can't even do this. He can't avoid anyone, he is exhausted .So, end it! I would rather be hated by you for the rest of my life than help him this time."

Ernst's voice became very strange, getting lower and lower, and finally choked.I raised my head and was surprised to see that the tears in my eyes had made Ernst speechless.

"I'm sorry! Marty, I'm sorry! I was negligent, I didn't expect this, I didn't expect him to suffer so much, to suffer so much, it started before Shenk was even gone. I don't want to save him anymore , Marty, no more. I saved him once, so what? It didn't work, nothing changed. Let him go, let him be free. It's what he wants, he's tired, he's broken , Desperate, broken. Fly out the chimney behind here, and he'll be free."

It was not only him who collapsed, but also Ernst and me.

No!I can not!I don't believe he's going to break down either!It doesn't matter whether I'm deceiving myself, stubborn or unkind, I don't intend to give up, at least not now.People need a process of adaptation, and I haven't adapted yet.I will never do such a thing, and I will never do something that I regret for the rest of my life.That dream must have some meaning.Did he come to say goodbye to me, or did he want me to help him?I don't know, but I'd rather believe it's the latter.

"Ernie," I stood up and shook Ernst's hand firmly. "I don't know exactly what he's been through, but I know he has a strong heart and he won't fall down easily. Even if you're right, don't do that to him, don't do something we might regret .We don't have the right to decide the life or death of another person, this right is only in the hands of himself and God. We have done too many wrong things, at least don't do it again with him.Give me a chance, Ernie, please Yes! If God really wants to let him leave this world of suffering, if he himself decides to do so, it will only take a few hours, at most a few days. During this time, he will not suffer any more. Here Let me take a chance, Ernie, let him feel the warmth of the world before he leaves."

I looked down at that clear and haggard face, and swore word by word: "I swear, Ernie, if I succeed, I will never let him go back to those beasts again, I must help He got out of here alive, at any cost."