father - home

After all this tossing, Zhao Tuo slumped on the bed, no longer rolled over, no longer bumped his head, but the pain did not ease, the torment was far from over, but he was too tired and exhausted, all he could do was close his eyes and frown , There is no other way but to endure hardship.

I measured Zhao's blood pressure and confirmed my fears.Zhao's blood pressure is high, no wonder he has a bad headache.

I ran to knock on my mother's door.Mother is not asleep yet.

"Mother, you didn't throw away father's medicine, did you?"

"Of course, why?"

"I remember there are antihypertensive drugs in it, please help me find it."

"Is it Zhao?"

"Yeah!" I nodded. "When you find it, take it to my room."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I'm going to ask Mrs. Reininger to change the sheets. Zhao sweats so much that he's all wet."

As soon as I said that, I wanted to leave, but my mother stopped me. "Don't go, Marty, it's late, let them rest. I have sheets in the room, I'll change them."

Mother turned and went into the house.I froze in place until she told me to go in and get the sheets.

"Zhao!"

Hearing his mother's soft cry, Zhao opened his eyes in surprise. "lady?!"

"Don't move, good boy." The mother gently stroked Zhao's thin cheeks with delicate, white hands. "You have suffered."

Zhao shook his head, trying to squeeze out a smile, but right now he was really powerless.

I carried Zhao to the sofa.Mother immediately covered Zhao with a blanket.My mother and I changed the sheets and pillowcases together.Mother took out another set of clean pajamas from the closet and fetched a basin of hot water.I just started to help Zhao unbutton his clothes, and when I was about to wipe himself and change clothes, my mother said, "Wait, wait until I close the door, and be careful not to catch a cold."

That's when I realized I should say "good night" to my mother, but she had already gone out and closed the door.

I found that Zhao was looking at me, and I could only look at him, not knowing what to say.

After everything was done and Zhao lay on the dry and comfortable bed again, I crushed father's antihypertensive medicine with a spoon and poured some boiling water to dissolve it.

"What are you doing? Do you want me to be a child? I will take medicine." Zhao squinted at me dissatisfied.

"Of course I know that you will take medicine. But now you will vomit after taking it. This way, if you want to vomit, you won't vomit it all at once, so keep some."

"But this is very bitter?"

"Are you afraid of suffering?"

He gave me a white look, opened his mouth, and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.

"Sorry, I can't give you candy."

After drinking the water, Zhao rolled his eyes at me again.

Antihypertensive drugs are taken orally and take some time to work.

Next to Zhao, I leaned against the head of the bed and rubbed his temples to relieve the pain.After the infusion was finished, I got up and prepared to change another bottle.

"Forget it, hang it again tomorrow, it's just glucose anyway."

"Only one bottle." Zhao was severely dehydrated, and had already drank two bottles just now, which was considered a little better.

I wanted to persevere, but... Zhao was extremely tired, but because of his restlessness, it was difficult to fall asleep, and it was even more difficult to get a drip in his hand.It took an amazing amount of self-restraint to be so calm, and I said, "Okay!"

I packed up my things and went to take a shower.

Zhao has been silent, I thought he was asleep.But when I walked to the bed, he suddenly opened his big eyes, those black pupils shone under the light, and his shiny black hair.

"why are not you sleeping?"

"Wait for you."

"Wait for me?" I asked knowingly, really wanting to jump on the bed all at once.

"This is your bed. Could it be that I occupied it and drove the owner to the sofa? Besides, this bed is so big that it can sleep four people."

"Are you sure?" Maybe I could sleep next to him, I think I can control myself.

Zhao smiled and watched me lie down beside him, resting my head on my arm.

I turned sideways to face him, put my hands on his smooth forehead, and rubbed his temples.

Gradually, I felt Zhao's body relax, and my heartbeat, which had been fast and heavy, slowed down and became lighter.

"better?"

"Yeah." Zhao closed his eyes and said vaguely.

I got up and stretched out my arms, trying to get past him to turn off the light.

At this moment, Zhao called me: "Marty."

"how?"

"The next time it happens again, you'd better tie me up."

"Why?" I asked in amazement.

"I'm worried that..." Zhao looked up at me.Those eyes are still so pure, so beautiful, but...

In both of the drug addiction episodes I experienced, Zhao showed no tendency to harm others.Why did he say that?Could it be that he has been in control, and he is worried that there will be times when he can't control it?I know Zhao has been fighting fiercely in his heart.In order to alleviate the pain of withdrawal, patients will be eager to regain the drug.They beg, threaten, grovel, lose their dignity, and even commit violence against others and themselves.But Zhao has never, he resolutely does not use drugs, nor is he prone to violence, because he has a will like iron... Then is he worried, maybe there is a little sign, he may not be able to control himself...

"I will never tie you up, baby, with me here, you don't have to worry about anything." I comforted him softly, kissed his eyelashes with my lips, and closed his eyes. "Go to sleep, don't worry."

Zhao didn't open his eyes again, a child-like reassuring and down-to-earth smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I turned off the light, lay next to Zhao, next to him, and soon fell into a deep sleep.