father - home

I gently pushed the door of the bathroom, and it was locked from the inside.

I took a breath and collected myself. "Zhao, it's me, did you hear that?"

I put my ear to the door, and there seemed to be movement inside, but no one answered, and the door was not opened.

"Zhao, I'm the only one in the room now, there's no one else, and Yu has left too, can you open the door?"

Still no door opening, but I'm sure there was movement.

"Zhao, I know you're suffering right now, and you don't want others to see what you look like now, don't you want me to see you too?"

There was no movement behind the door now.

"I'm sorry! Baby, open the door! Please! Don't you really want to see me?"

I'm in a hurry, no matter whether you want to see me or not, I can't wait like this any longer.I yelled at the door: "Baby, if you don't open the door, I'll smash it down."

Just as I turned around to find a handy tool, the door lock clicked.I waited nervously, but the door still didn't open.My heart sank, and I hurried to push.There was resistance behind the door, but I pushed it open anyway.

"Baby..." I called out, but my voice was stuck in my throat.

The resistance of the door is Akira leaning on the door.He heard my call and didn't want to see me.With the last of his strength, he could only open the lock, leaned against the door, and slid down.

I hug Zhao.His pulse was fast, his breathing was rapid; his face was pale, his eyes were darkened, his cheeks were sunken, almost out of shape; sweat ran down his temples and hair; his face was dirty, not only sweat and tears; The pajamas were completely soaked, with blotches of pale yellow and pink.I lifted up his pajamas, and the bandage on his abdomen was also completely soaked, reflecting a light red color, and there was a stain on the crotch.

There was a towel on the ground, I picked it up, and wanted to wet it to wipe his face, but found that there were faint tooth marks and bright red blood on it, and looking at Zhao, there were also tooth marks and blood on his lips.My darling, what torment you have endured all these hours alone!

I was heartbroken and looked around, seeing a mess in the bathroom.The washbasin and the toilet were surrounded by vomit and blood; the mirror on the washbasin was actually broken, and glass shards were scattered everywhere.Mirrors were smashed with fists.My heart tightened, and I quickly searched with my eyes. Sure enough, there was blood in the bathtub, and there was a sharp mirror fragment, and there was blood on the fragment!Feeling suffocated, I grabbed Akira's wrist to check.Fortunately, there was no injury on his wrist, but his left hand was dripping with blood, and there were two obvious glass scratches on the palm, which were still oozing blood.He smashed that mirror with his hands!Grab that mirror shard!Could it be... I tremble all over, fear, regret, what have I done!

"I didn't... I swore... I would never..."

Hearing this weak voice, I couldn't control it anymore, I hugged Zhao tightly in my arms, put my face on his chest, and burst into tears.

Zhao let me hug her and let me cry.If he hadn't trembled more and more violently, I would have lost my mind and wept bitterly.

I let go of him, but his hands were tightly hooked around my neck, his red eyes were full of longing. "Don't go...don't leave me..."

"I won't go! I'll never leave you again!"

I bowed my head and kissed his eyes, his cheek, his lips.

The corners of the pale, blood-stained mouth moved, and before the happy smile fully bloomed, it was overwhelmed by endless pain.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, his teeth were clenched, his head was thrown backwards, his neck looked very long, and the wound on his throat was translucent pink, as if it was about to be pulled away, eyes staring at the ceiling Lost focus, tears flowed out, flowed to the forehead and temples, under the thin layer of skin, blood vessels intersected and throbbed.I pulled his hands off his neck.His hands trembled, and blood flowed from the clenched fist and snaked down his arm.I wanted to break his fingers and bandage him, but he held it too tightly, his muscles were already convulsed, and I didn't dare to use too much force, what should I do?Zhao's body was stiff, his muscles twitched, his face was distorted, what should we do?what to do?How can I help you?Even if just a little bit.

By the way, take a shower.Hot baths are great for relieving physical pain and mental tension, try it.I don't know how much it works, but I can't just watch him twitch, convulse, and roll on the ground in pain, can I?

When the bathtub was filled with water, I hugged Zhao tightly, undressed him, removed the bandage on his abdomen, and sealed the wound with waterproof tape.

Zhao became thinner, almost skinny.How could his body withstand the withdrawal reaction after stopping morphine?

That time Zhao was taken captive by Shen Ke, and he was severely tortured physically and mentally.The abdominal wound cracked again, the fingers of his right hand, and I asked him later, as I guessed, the Montblanc gold pen fell out of his pocket as Schenk dragged him onto the train.He desperately went to pick it up.Shenk raised his booted foot and stepped on his hand, stomping hard and crushing hard.His fingers were broken and bloody, and Zhao fainted on the spot.The pen was kicked aside and got stuck in the gap between the floor and the car door, and I picked it up later.In those days, Zhao was struggling in pain, hovering on the verge of death.Needless to say, Qiu gave Zhao morphine.Between life and addiction, there is no hesitation.We originally planned to wait for Zhao's body to basically recover and have the ability to bear it before stopping the drug.Zhao is clear about all this, I told him, but he still... He must be unable to figure it out, he is unhappy, he is blaming me.

The bathtub is huge, 1.8 meters long.Zhao's stiff body, I couldn't let him sit in the bathtub, so I hugged him and stepped in together.

I held Zhao's head in my arms, stroked his cheeks, rubbed his forehead... I let Zhao lean on my chest, with his head resting on my shoulder, in the hot water, massaged his body, soothed his muscles... …

Under the soaking of hot water, Zhao's hand loosened, and the bloody water smeared in the bathtub, and soon disappeared.I lifted Zhao's hand out of the water, wiped it dry with gauze, sprinkled it with hemostatic medicine, bandaged it, and placed it on my bent knee, so that it would not be infected by soaking in water.Gradually, Zhao's brows relaxed, his muscles relaxed, his skin slowly turned red, his pale cheeks flushed from the hot air, his body relaxed, his trembling stopped, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Zhao Wei closed her eyes, fine mist glistened on her eyelashes, her brows were stretched, her cheeks were as moist and crystal clear as jade, her expression was serene, her chest rose and fell slightly in the water.Zhao moved, and his hands almost slipped into the water.I quickly grabbed them.His head was turned a little, his forehead pressed against the skin of my neck, his mouth to my chest.I could feel his slightly warm breath.

I don't want to move... just let him lie on me, in my arms, and sleep quietly and comfortably for a while, even if it's just a light sleep, just for a short while... After struggling with pain and death alone It was rare peace after such a long time.This kind of serenity, this kind of solidity... My heart trembled because of fear, shed tears because of happiness, and was stung by love.

But Zhao was injured and couldn't stay in the water for too long. "Honey, are you feeling better? Let's go to bed."

Zhao snorted, but didn't open his eyes.

I was in a hurry just now, and I stepped into the water with my clothes on.If I carried Zhao out in wet clothes now, Zhao would catch a cold, and the carpet in the bedroom would also suffer.

I drained the water in the bathtub first, took off my wet clothes, put on my yukata, and wrapped Aki in another yukata.

I carried Zhao to the bed, treated the wound, put a drip on his arm, and hung him on glucose, because I was afraid that he would be addicted to drugs at any time and his arm would move around. .

He opened his eyes while I was blow drying his hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Blowing, don't you see?"

"Don't bother, you'll get wet again in a while."

"That also needs to be blown dry, or it will cause a headache."

"Anyway, my head hurts all the time. It was you who blew away my pork liver porridge."

"Pork liver porridge? Are you hungry?" I smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Sorry, I thought you were awake all this time."

"So you think so, I will pretend to be dead?"

"Of course not, you're just tired."