[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

"You idiot, why didn't you tell me about your bad heart earlier. If I hadn't been a... you might have passed by in no time." I held his little paw and held his hand together. Pulling his chest to help him breathe, then bit his ear reproachfully.

After being ill, Jack appeared to be very docile. He had just experienced a catastrophe of death. With my help, he stepped out of it with one foot, and he was still a little terrified.

"I don't know..." he spoke intermittently, as thin as a mosquito, "is it my heart...?"

I was surprised that this would be the result, but I knew that he shouldn't bother him now, so I didn't answer, I just kissed his forehead and licked the sweat there, "Forget it, let's talk about it when you feel better, now Do you want to lie in bed and sleep for a while?"

He shook his head, then leaned against my shoulder, and began to meditate silently while frowning.I didn't persuade him any more, I just kept helping him breathe, and then held him in a very safe posture (like a father or mother), and turned my head to kiss him from time to time. Kiss the tip of his nose or anywhere else to comfort him.

After a while, Jack was obviously much better. His breathing basically returned to normal, and his palms stopped sweating, and started to feel warm.

I rubbed his back, rubbed his back, chest and limbs one after another, allowing his body to recover its temperature.Jack's cheeks finally began to show some rosiness again, and his complexion looked much better.

He stood up, sat on my lap, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then supported my shoulders to stand up with both feet on the ground.

I didn't stop him, just dragged his waist and buttocks, and helped him stand up slowly.This process was very slow. He was still very weak. He supported my shoulders. When changing positions, he knelt on my lap and couldn't get up for a long time. Finally, I pushed his buttocks, and he was able to stand up slowly.

I could see his legs trembling visibly, and the floor around the soles of his feet was covered with sweaty moisture.When he was half upright, his legs were bent, and his knees were at the same level as the bridge of my nose, so I could clearly see that his legs were shaking and he was about to fall off.

But because of the height problem, and being supported by his shoulders, I couldn't reach his upper body, so I could only stand up in a hurry, hooked his armpits, and lifted him up all at once!

My help was very timely, because he almost sat down on the ground just now!I hooked his two arms, and he hung on my arms with little strength, his legs were as soft as noodles, and he was about to kneel down, with one arm around his waist and abdomen, and he closed his eyes in discomfort.

I clamped his waist with one hand, picked him up and hugged him again, seeing him crooked in my arms and unable to speak, I could only stand like that and let him lean on.

I knew that he was probably a little out of breath, because the action just now consumed some of his strength, and because he had just stood up, the blood was still gathering in his lower limbs, and it hadn't flowed up all at once, so his face turned blue again.

"Is it okay..." My voice was very soft, with some cautiousness. In fact, I thought it was a bit ridiculous, as if a slightly louder voice would scare him, "Stand up and go where?"

He opened his lips, wanting to speak, but just as he was about to speak, he immediately covered them with his hands, bent down, staggered towards the ground a few times, and made a 'woo-woo' sound from his mouth, as if he was about to vomit.

I hurriedly pulled his handcuffs away, put my arms around his waist and abdomen with his other hand, and clasped his back from the bottom up with the other hand so that he could spit it out smoothly.

Jack just bent over for a while, wanting to vomit, coughing dryly and uncomfortable, and then clutching his chest, looking very uncomfortable.

I kept clasping his back until he pressed his throat and made a dry, blocked throat sound towards the ground, then I bent down, strangled his chest, and put my fingers on his chest again. He scratched his throat, and then saw a mouthful of blood spit out by him with a 'wow'!

This startled me, and I hurried to help him out.

He still stood hunched over for a while, his face was pale, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.I wanted to help him up, but he stopped me with a wave of his hand, and then said something weakly, I couldn't hear it clearly, so I moved my ear closer and asked him to say it again, "I can't get up... Chest pain...it hurts badly..." Afterwards, he hunched his back even more, shrunk his shoulders forward, stretched his hands against his breastbone, and sweated all over his body.

I looked at him worriedly, but there was nothing I could do to help, then I let out an irritable 'tsk', and only supported his body so that he could stay like this, but there was nothing else I could do.

Since he never knew that he had a heart problem, he certainly didn't know what medicine to bring.I rubbed my forehead and began to think for a while why I should ask Fred to help me get a bottle of nitroglycerin, morphine, syringes, etc., and suddenly remembered that this seemed to be 100 years ago, and I didn't know there were these things Is it gone?

After all, I am not a doctor, so I don't know the history of these drugs.