father - home

I was sore all over, like falling apart.I rubbed my eyes with my fingers to squeeze the moisture out.

"I'm sorry, Marty." Ernst patted my shoulder guiltily.

"It's not your fault, Ernie." I pulled Ernst's hand off his shoulder, "I should say, I should thank you, I couldn't have saved him without you."

"But he almost walked away without a sound under my nose."

"You and I both know that this happens quite often. He's too weak to give any distress signal, and the same thing might happen to me while I'm sitting here."

"Then how did you know? You said he asked you to come here."

"Yes, Ernie, can you believe it? They called me, he or the Lord." I looked at him on the hospital bed with a smile on my lips.

Ernst was surprised to see me smiling, a genuinely happy and heartfelt smile.

I don't know why I am smiling at this time, I am really happy.Between me and him is no longer that crystal-like, beautiful and fragile world.I have a connection with him, mystical, reliable, blessed by the Lord, beyond friendship, beyond love.It is like air, invisible but real. When the sun touches it like the hand of God, it will show a dazzling and dreamy rainbow of seven colors.

"Ernie, I had a dream the night before last, and I saw him in uniform and the Iron Cross. You know, Ernie, I've never actually seen him in full armor, let alone an Iron Cross. Cross. So I thought there must be something to this dream. And just now, during a break in the office, I dreamed of him again, exactly the same as last time. I suddenly realized that he was calling me, asking me to help him, so I rushed over."

"Really? Such a thing? When was the last time you had a dream?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it might have been the night before, when his wrist was cut."

"So, you don't believe that he will commit suicide."

"I'm not sure he didn't commit suicide, but I'm sure his heart didn't die and he didn't give up."

Ernst stared at me for a long time, and finally nodded seriously, he was finally convinced.Although he has been helping me before, it was because of my stubbornness, but now, he finally believes that I am right, and everything I do is worth it.

"Enny, do you know his name?" I originally hoped that he would tell me himself after he woke up, but after the thrilling scene just now, I urgently need to know his name.If it happens again, I need to call him, wake him up, what should I call him?Chinese? 79475?Or just "Hi?" I had to know his name.

Ernst understood what I meant, but neither did he. "I remember the last time when Shenke looked at the registration form, he read his name, but it seemed that he couldn't read it correctly. It was probably in Chinese. You can go to the archives to have a look."

That's right, why did I forget, there is indeed a name on the registration form. "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

I told Ernst to rest because I couldn't, really couldn't leave him.This evening is the hardest and most dangerous, and I can no longer let Ernst take on such a responsibility.Even though my headache was splitting and everything in front of me was shaking, I couldn't leave him.

Ernst was very worried and wanted to be with me. In the end, I promised that Ernst would call him if something happened, and he went to the office to rest.

I turned off most of the lights except one, and the light in the ward became dim and soft.

In the light, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.how?There seemed to be a slit in his eye, and there was a teardrop in the corner of it.It must have been there before, and it must have been with his eyes closed.It must have been at a moment just now when his eyes moved and tears began to flow.

This discovery made me both excited and saddened.I knew he was going to be sober, he was sober, he was working with me.But why was he weeping?Is it because of joy or pain?Does the pain come from the mind or the body?I don’t know if people in a coma will be conscious, maybe they have, maybe they don’t; maybe they do, but not all of them; maybe they’re completely, thoroughly, a person who suffers from the beginning to the end, but he can’t help it Express.He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't express emotion with his eyes; he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't make a sound from his throat; he couldn't move his body, he couldn't even move his fingers.But he endured a lot of pain.I felt the pain like a piercing heart, so I would rather his spirit really came out of his body and watched us from the sidelines during those 20 minutes.That way at least, during that time, he wouldn't feel pain.

I don't even know what to do, what to hope for.To live in this world is to suffer, but death is a kind of relief.That being the case, why are you trying to save him?Why is he still unwilling to let go?

I gently wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with gauze, and carefully covered his eyes with Vaseline gauze to protect the cornea.I don't know when you will wake up, maybe at dawn, you will open your sleepy eyes in the morning light as usual; maybe, you will sleep for a long time, you are too tired, too tired, just now After a lot of tossing, I am exhausted, let alone you, you should sleep more.You can rest assured that I will protect your eyes as well as everything else in your life.

Especially these eyes, I hope they are not clouded by seeing too much evil; not dry from tears; not dulled by despair and loss.I believe, and I pray, that when it opens again, I can see that unforgettable look again: no trace of pain, anger or fear, just tenderness, confidence and forgiveness.

I wiped his cheeks carefully with a damp gauze bit by bit.I don't know how he did it, he really thinks of others all the time.Except for the teardrops in the corners of his eyes, there was no trace of pain on his face, it was still so serene and calm, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up.

Because of the persistent high fever, his lips were chapped and peeled, and blood was still oozing from two slits.Just now, I saw blood on Ernst's lips, and I must have it on my lips too, but I was too nervous at that time, and no one paid attention to it.I wiped my mouth with wet gauze, and it turned red.I gently wiped the blood off his lips and put on Vaseline.It will be fine in a few days, and when you wake up, those lips will be fresh and attractive again.

Where does it take a few days, even now, although there are crusts and cracks, the feeling under the touch of fingers is still so soft, tender, young and sexy, and with the heat exhaled, a warm current rises in my body With a strong impulse: I really want to kiss it!Like just now, I'm here to help you breathe.No, not only, not only to help you breathe, I will also help you lick away the blood, help you moisturize your thirst, help you relieve pain, and help you soothe your soul.

I was taken aback, and secretly ashamed of my wild thinking.I closed my eyes, shook my head vigorously, and woke up from the hallucination.Shameless!He's not out of danger yet, yet you... have to wait for him to heal and recover.Until then, he still has to be willing and love you.

like!will he love meI just realized that I hadn't thought about it before.It's been my wishful thinking for a long time.I miss him, miss him, and miss him. I feel very close and familiar, but it's all one-sided.I don't know how he feels about me, or at all.He only said three sentences to me, none of which could be regarded as true acquaintance.what does he think of me?Like Schenk, an SS officer in a black uniform?A mad, ruthless executioner?Or a coward who is timid and insensitive even though his conscience is still alive?Would he love such a person?I smiled wryly at myself.And me?Does my feeling for him count as love?Do I know him?I don't even know his name, I don't know anything about his past.If he didn't stand up today, I don't know how to commemorate him.Is he just a number?a nickname?Or is it a dream of mine?

Even if it was a dream, now the dream has come true.He was right in front of me and we were together.The two of us fought side by side just now, and we have already won a battle.No matter what is ahead, I will walk with you. No matter what the result is, I have no regrets.