[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

"Uh, uh——" Finally, Jack couldn't help but let go of my hand, and fell back on the bed, and I only had time to hold his waist in the panic, but it didn't help .

The bed was very soft, but it still seemed like a big shock to him who was so fragile.He immediately made such a sound again, rolling his eyes up while still trying to look at me, I just let go of the arm holding him, and saw him move as if he wanted to sit up.

And just after that, he finally seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, his whole body was twitching violently, his eyes were completely rolled up, and some pink foam was coughed out of his mouth, where the veins on his neck were exposed!

I got out and ran back to get the medicine. There was nitroglycerin spray in it. I grabbed Jack's mouth and sprayed it!

Jack was stunned by the spray, but there was no immediate improvement.I picked him up again and dropped both legs under the bed, letting him lean against me.

He seemed to be suffering terribly, his chest heaved fast and hard, and he was panting like a bellows had been stuffed in his trachea.

Then he helped him breathe, leaned into his ear, thought for a while, and then choked out, "Jack, always give me some time, don't worry, don't think too much..."

He must have heard it, because his rolled eyes moved and turned in my direction.I thought it should be effective, so I continued: "Calm down, Jack, this is not like you, and I can't bring back a sick person who is always sick. If we are together, we will have to face a lot."

He suddenly took a deep breath, with foam still on the corner of his lips, and moved his dry lips, as if he wanted to say something.Breathing finally began to gradually calm down.I rubbed his heart and continued to coax.Even in my mind, I called this behavior heinous, but I was still lying to him: "Come on, Jack... I just didn't want to lie to you, and I didn't think about how to tell you... ...We just got together at noon today, and I just feel that it is always a bit too fast to think about these things... What's more, so many things happened just now, and I didn't have time-"

"——I, I..." He tried his best to say something, but these two words alone made him feel so tired that he was about to collapse.I helped him rub his chest again, Jack was silent for another 10 minutes, and then he began to puff up his chest again, wanting to speak, "I thought about it... from the beginning..." He He took a deep breath, "It's okay... just didn't think about it—ha—ha——" He was panting heavily, his tired eyes were wide open, I wanted to stop him, but he tried his best to say The way it came out made me not know what to say.

I can only straighten his body a little bit, keep helping him, and kiss his cheek to comfort him.

He was panting all the time, his panting body was staggering, and finally he had to cover his chest, try to close his mouth, his face flushed and he spoke to me under a breath, "I just, didn't expect this disease. ...don't mind, I'm not—to force...I understand—"

This time, he blushed and finished the sentence with a thick neck, but finally he couldn't say it anymore!He wanted to lean back to catch his breath again, but I put my arms around him and kissed his lips!

He couldn't breathe, and there was an uncomfortable 'wow' sound from his mouth, and I breathed out for him one by one, making his chest bulge with my rhythm.

After more than half an hour, Jack was able to rest calmly on my shoulder again.

He looked weaker than before, just like I felt just now, as if he had suddenly lost a lot of weight, his shoulders looked a little sharp, like a clothes hanger, only supporting a layer of beautiful skin , but no muscle tissue.This may be because he is carrying his back now, and his spirit is weak to fight against being drawn away, but he is indeed too thin.

I pinched his small face, and felt that Jack was really thin because he didn't even have much flesh on his body. "In the future, we need to pay more attention to nutrition. Only when we gain weight can we be healthy, and it will make me worry about looking like this."

"...En." He answered lightly, then opened his eyes, and took my hand meekly, "help me take a shower in a while, my body is covered with sweat."

"Tomorrow morning? You need to rest today..." As I said that, I said seriously again: "You will probably have a hard time tonight. I will be with you, so if you feel uncomfortable, please tell me , Tell me what you want to do, even if it’s going to the bathroom.”

"...Oh." He looked at me obediently, with a comfortable smile in his brows and eyes, which made my heart churn, and then couldn't help but lick his lips again, "I like you, Jack, really."

He stared at me blankly with lake-green eyes, the smile on his face also subsided, and his expression seemed a little contradictory, hesitant to speak.I immediately kissed his forehead, rubbed his soft hair, and quickly comforted him: "Don't think about it, trust me Jack, if you like me...if you love me."

Jack put his forehead on my chin and was silent for a while, before he said dully: "Well, I love you."

Afterwards, he sighed, unwilling to speak any more.

In fact, Jack also had something hidden in his heart. Like Sean, he never expected that he would easily change from just liking to falling in love with someone in such a short period of time.

Jack fell in love with Sean, because he had never met someone who would never leave him like this, under such circumstances.

there has never been......

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That restless night, Jack was really sad at night, he couldn't lie down, he could only sit and pant, and there was always some phlegm in his throat that was not easy to be coughed out, which made him suffer a lot.

He never asked me what was going on, and I didn't answer. I just said that when I arrived in the United States, I must go to the hospital for proper treatment.He complied, and gave me a soft kiss.

In the middle of the night, Jack suddenly had a severe chest pain, and he was sweating so much that he was almost dehydrated.I gave him morphine and mixed it with lukewarm water, and Fred sent him some salt and sugar to mix it up for him.

That night, Jack fell asleep intermittently and drowsily, and I stayed up all night watching him, fearing that he would suddenly fall ill and confess if he couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, he was very competitive. Apart from the constant suffocation, the pain in his chest became less severe after taking the medicine, and his mood gradually stabilized. At around 04:30 in the morning, he fell into a deep sleep.

I looked out the window at the sky that was beginning to turn pale, and turned the calendar again—April 4th.

I touched Jack's cheek, and felt even more reluctant. I was so sad, and I didn't want to just go back like this.

Outside the window is the deck of the Titanic, the deck is still dark, only the morning light shone through the thick clouds and mist, but there are still naughty children running around on it, looking full of energy.

The dusty clothes let me know that they must be third-class people, and the mothers of those little girls walked over from the other direction, yawning and watching the children helplessly.

I saw a lady bent over, saying something to the little girl, with some dress-dressed anger and real doting on her brows.

The little girl listened carefully, said a few words from time to time, and then continued to listen to her mother's lecture. She looked innocent and cute, so ignorant that one couldn't help laughing.

But after that, I began to feel melancholy again—after all, I couldn’t make up my mind to save this place, because I couldn’t convince myself to save an established, illusory thing, and I was looking forward to proving all the good and dirty things here , the moment of being destroyed in one breath!

I hope that from this immersive destruction, I can find the courage to face life that is deep in my heart, the one that has gone nowhere.

I need a death to make me appreciate my blind life with nothing.

I just want to find happiness again...

—It's just a conscious...a subconscious...

In my heart, I kept persuading myself like this, but I couldn't help but squeeze Jack's cold hand tightly.

Jack didn't wake up until noon, and I had Fred bring some warm food to the bedside.

He was leaning against the head of the bed, his face was a little pale. I knew he might have low blood sugar, so I mixed another glass of water and fed him first.

Jack only took a sip before putting it down, closed his eyes for a while, and then asked, "Aren't you sleeping? You look very bad."

"Well... I'm afraid I'll sleep too hard, and you won't be able to hear me." I said carelessly, then hugged his body on the edge of the bed, and kissed his forehead, "Let's eat, let's go together."

He nodded silently and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.I brought over the hot porridge, scooped it out with a spoon and brought it to his mouth, but saw him frowning and watching without opening his mouth.

"No appetite?" I asked worriedly.But he shook his head, his face suddenly turned pale, and he began to press his sternum hard with his fingers.

"Are you feeling sick again?" I put down the porridge, intending to rub it for him, but saw Jack suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then opened his mouth, allowing the remaining blood to drip down his lips and jaw.

I wiped him clean with paper, but he didn't look particularly uncomfortable, so I asked, "Do you feel short of breath?"

"No, no." Jack shook his head, "It's a lot easier to spit out than before." He said with a smile: "Eat, we'll talk about it later, you're exhausted."

I nodded, then hugged him and drank porridge together, using a spoon, you and I took a bite, cuddling together so tired and tired, I felt very happy in my heart.I can't help but kiss him with porridge-stained lips, he smiles beautifully, and always kisses back the same way, making fun with me.

Jack really started to recover, and he recovered quickly.After finishing a bowl of porridge, he looked in good spirits, his face was ruddy, although he was still pale, he didn't look sluggish anymore.

I supported him to sit on the edge of the bed for a while, and then tried to take two steps on the floor.At the beginning, his legs were a little weak, but after that, he was able to hold my arm and walked smoothly by himself.

This is already very good, as long as you rest for one night, you should be able to recover tomorrow. ——I am very happy to see this, and instinctively forget tomorrow's date on purpose.