[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

When I gave up the tub of hot water and took a cold bath, I ran out shivering. Jack had already dressed me and was sitting on the sofa reading today's newspaper, but I think he It's more like holding a newspaper in a daze.

I don't know what I'm thinking, I have a bad look on my face.

I rubbed my arms, quickly picked up the towel that I had just wiped off his body, wiped off the water on my body, and then hurriedly put on my clothes, feeling a little cold and unable to recover.

Jack sat firmly on the sofa, raised his eyelids and glanced at me, then put down the newspaper, waved to me, "Come here."

I did it obediently, and put my body against him, trying to keep warm.

Jack pushed me a bit, disgusted with the cold air on my body, then folded the newspaper, and stood up while leaning on the sofa.

"Where are you going?" I watched him leaning on the back of the sofa and walking unsteadily into the living room outside. "If there is something else, let me do it."

I also hurriedly stood up, chased after him to hold his arm, and followed him to the living room outside.

Jack immediately glanced at me unhappily, pouted slightly and said nothing, just reached out for the kettle outside, hooked the handle of the thermos with his innocent fingers, and picked him up.

I smiled, and immediately ran to the side to get a cup, held it in front of me with both hands, and asked him to pour it for me. ——It turned out that he wanted to pour me a cup of hot water.

But obviously Jack's strength was exhausted, he opened the lid of the thermos with his other hand, and then held up to pour it into the cup in my hand, but his hand holding the thermos had obviously started to tremble, and he couldn't hold it for a long time. Failed to raise the thermos a little higher, then tilted down the spout.

I hurriedly reached out to take it, but he put the thermos on the table as if giving up, and made a heavy slamming sound. After that, he seemed to be angry, holding the table with one hand and the other hand. With a straight face on his waist, he began to pant slightly.

"Jack?" I called him cautiously, and put the cup on the table, "What's the matter, what are you angry about?"

His face became even darker, he turned his head away and didn't want to talk to me, he went to help the table next to him, planning to leave at a wrong pace.When he just took a step, he stopped again, lowered his head slightly and began to pant, even worse than before, his face also turned pale, as if he was about to be out of breath again.

I half hugged him, and Jack immediately lost his strength as if he had found a support point, and fell down all at once, with no strength left in his legs, and he was about to sit on the ground directly.

I picked him up in time, and then I was going to carry him back to rest.But he still pushed me stubbornly, resisted weakly, and then gasped even more angrily, which turned out to be even more violent.

"What's the matter with you?" I said helplessly, I could only support him, and walked back step by step. Every time I took three or four steps, I had to stop and rest for a while, especially supporting his body. Don't let him fall.

This is normal. The few days after the first attack are dangerous periods, especially Jack's health is obviously not very good, which has made his illness very critical. It is not uncommon to have such exertional dyspnea.

So when I helped him back to the bed, he sure enough started to turn purple again, arched his back, and retched on the ground.

—he looked exhausted, terrible!

I pulled out the nitroglycerin again, opened his mouth and sprayed it, sat next to him, patted his back, and helped him relieve it.

It wasn't until he got better again that I said with a bit of blame: "Jack, you should really be more obedient. Why do you always have trouble with your body like this?"

"..." He only panted with his head up, not wanting to talk to me.

I continued, "You should take a good rest, when will you get better after all this?! Do you have to suffocate to death before you are reconciled?!"

"..." His chest heaved violently a few times, as if he was irritated by me, struggling to speak, but he twitched violently, and then began to cough violently!

This time he coughed much worse than before, continuously, continuously, coughing so much that his lungs were blown out!

His body was shaking like a cramp, and he could barely sit still. I had to support him while patting his back, because his hand covering his lips was already overflowing with blood, Jack He gulped blood, couldn't stop for a long time, and his face became paler and paler!

I started to get scared and decided to go out and find someone!Last night, because he was still very weak, he found medicine again, so he could cope with it, but now he is coughing up a lot of blood suddenly, if he goes into shock for a while, the matter will be really serious!

I know that doctors in this era will not be able to handle it better than me at that time, especially since their profession is always surprisingly rare.And it's on a ship, not a hospital, but I wish this ship had a doctor passenger now, come save my Jack!

I don't even know if there are any medical facilities on this ship that can handle this situation, but I pray it does!

"Wait, I'll take you to find someone, we have to think of a way!" I picked him up horizontally, and was about to stand up and run out.But Jack still tried to resist, holding my chest, as if he was about to jump off me, although he had no strength!

I immediately became angry, and said without hesitation: "Whatever you want, but you can't die in front of me!"

"Don't..." He was more anxious than me, tried his best to suppress the cough in his mouth, and said vaguely with blood spraying: "It's okay... Before, I also... .It's always like this...it's okay, I can't die."

After speaking, there was another shocking cough, and he vomited a lot of blood, panting so hard that his lungs would burst.I was at a loss and didn't know what to do, but his green eyes kept staring at me without giving up, and pleading flashed inside.

I sighed, and put him down, "Forget it, anyway, even if you die today...I won't live tomorrow."

He didn't speak, but I knew that his words would definitely misunderstand him, because he didn't know that I would definitely not survive tomorrow night, so he began to stay in my arms obediently, allowing me to put him into a comfortable position, No more resistance.

After a while, his cough began to improve, and gradually he no longer vomited so much blood.Although he looked almost fainted and his face was as white as paper, he had indeed begun to heal.

After that, he didn't move much, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said flatly, "Pour me a glass of water..."