[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

He took a sip of water, swallowed it, and gradually gained some strength.Leaning against the wall, he sighed, "I just don't want to always be able to do things with your help, Sean." He said sadly: "I never knew I would be so incompetent before, unable to do anything."

I held his hand a little angrily, grinned, and said in an indifferent way: "Excess self-esteem."

"Yes, it's redundant." He smiled briefly, "but it's very important to me, especially when I'm in front of you." He puffed up his chest and took a long breath, "Take me out for a walk, Let's go to the deck and have a blast, shall we?"

Of course I can't agree!How could that work? !But Jack grabbed my hand and shook it hard, "Take me there, I want to tell you something about my body."

I was stunned and stubbornly remained silent, but this time he changed his method, propped up his body, leaned on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear: "Please... "After speaking, the tips of my ears turned red first.

Well, I surrendered. I really don't know when he learned this trick, so I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

Reluctantly, I helped him change his clothes, put on his pants and tie his shoes, and then wiped his face clean with a wet towel before helping him to walk out step by step.

He walked more slowly than before, and just as he walked out of the back room, he clutched his chest as if he was about to faint, and his body kept sliding down.

I knew he probably really wanted to go out and have a look, so I bent down and picked him up.My back pressed against his chest, which must have made him feel a little uncomfortable, so I could only comfort him: "You won't be able to walk on the deck at night like this, I know you don't want people to see this, and you must If you don't want to be carried out by me, just bear with it for a while, and I will try to hurry up."

He snorted in agreement, then fell silent.

I walked out with him on my back, closed the door, and saw Fred standing guard at the entrance of the corridor.He probably forgot that I came back yesterday with Jack, or maybe he didn't expect me to keep Jack in my room until now, because he looked very surprised when I came out with a boy on my back.

I pretended I didn't see it and walked out, walked through the hall, intending to go directly outside.

Along the way, we met many nobles who had talked at dinner tables or banquets before. When they saw me walking down the stairs with Jack on my back, they all cast their eyes in surprise and started whispering.

I still pretended I didn't see it, but I felt that Jack had lowered his head lower, which made me somehow unhappy.

I saw Mr. Bodyguard walking quickly from a corner of the hall, still sullen, came to us, followed me by a slightly wrong step, and didn't ask anything until I took Jack to the deck and put him on the deck. Put it on the ground, leaning against the railing.

He looked weaker, with obvious tiredness on his face, and after leaning against the railing for a while, he let out a soft sigh of relief, "Well... it's more relaxing here."

I was still angry and didn't speak.

Mr. Bodyguard saw that our appearance was not right, and he knew that he could not intervene, so he said stiffly: "I will wait below, and call me if there is anything."

I nodded hastily, leaning on the railing and looking at the sea, until the Mr. Bodyguard left, I remained silent.

Jack had been sitting on the ground with his back to the ocean.After waiting for a while, he said, "Are you angry? I apologize... okay?"

I breathed out and didn't speak.

"I was a bit vexatious just now, but you know, sometimes emotions are a bit weird, and I don't know what's wrong, I just find it ugly...the embarrassment is terrible." He gasped, " Sorry, my chest hurts so much, I can't say more..."

His voice gradually weakened, and after that, there was a slight gasp again.The hand pulling my trouser leg also slipped weakly, and fell to the floor with a 'boom', motionless.

I pressed my fingers to my lips and persisted for a while, but in fact, it wasn't long before I couldn't help squatting down, looking at Jack who was just breathing quietly with his eyes closed, with a straight face, he held him up awkwardly neck so he can breathe better.

Sure enough, he seemed much more comfortable, although he was still weak, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Please." I turned my head away, looked at the sea, and yelled loudly, and saw Mr. Bodyguard standing below the deck, waiting for me to continue, "Go and get me some painkillers, strong... ..."

"...Yes, coming soon." Mr. Bodyguard gave Jack a clear look, and then ran away.

A smug smile suddenly appeared on the corners of Jack's lips, he opened his eyes, and looked at me with lake green eyes, "Sean, you are always soft-hearted...even if I lose my temper with you .”

"...If it wasn't for you, I would have beaten him." I said with hatred, "If you weren't sick, I would have pinned you to the bed so that you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days. "

"You are reluctant." He said calmly, "You will not hurt me."

This made my face a little red, and I kept my mouth shut.Jack also once again exhausted some of the energy he had just accumulated, and leaned against the railing again without speaking, only breathing hard.

Until Mr. Bodyguard ran back with painkillers and brought another cup of hot water.

I read the instructions, and then I planned to pick one out and give it to him. "Three pills." He said suddenly, "One pill won't work for me anymore."

I picked out three, put them in his mouth, and poured some water into his mouth.He raised his head, as if he wanted to swallow it, but in fact, the water was quickly spit out unconsciously along the corner of his mouth, and the medicine was not swallowed.

He clutched his throat and seemed to have difficulty swallowing.After that, he looked at me helplessly, "Help me feed it..."

He opened his mouth, and I saw the three white pills staying in his tongue, which melted a little and had a moist color.

Mr. Bodyguard took a few steps back, I didn't pay attention at that time, I just took a sip of water, then pressed his mouth against his mouth, raised his chin, and helped him swallow it with the medicine.

"Ahem..." He was choked and coughed twice, then hurriedly covered his chest and panted, and then leaned against the railing to rest again.

I let Mr. Bodyguard go down, and I sat next to him, waiting for him to recover.

Actually, I still feel a little pissed off.Jack seems to be hiding a lot of things from me.

At least he didn't ask me about his body before, which made me think that he trusted me to save him at a critical moment, or that he didn't just give up on him like that.

But now, obviously, Jack actually didn't ask because he knew some problems with his own body and felt nothing new about the sudden onset that day.

Because of the massive hemoptysis just now, I knew that the attack yesterday might just be a simple complication, so I feel very unhappy now, even though I have no position to blame him for such deception.

"I was born prematurely. When I was born, my mother..." He paused and took a breath. "He passed away. I haven't seen him. My father took me by himself."

I turned around, looked at Jack's purple lips, and said intermittently: "But when I was born, the doctor said that my heart and lungs were insufficient, so I need to take good care of it, so when I was a child, my memories are all in the hospital."

"My dad is just a coal fireman, he burns coal on the train, doesn't make much money, arranges my mother's funeral, and pays for my treatment, so as long as I can remember him, I think he always looks very old .” He seemed to be lost in memory, and stretched out one of his fingers unconsciously, slightly drawing something on his leg.

I pursed my lips, grabbed his hand, and interjected, "Let's talk about it later, you're not feeling right now."

"No...let me tell you, this is the right time, Shane." He sighed, "I was always so out of breath when I was a child, but my father was always there At work, from as long as I can remember, when I was sick, only the doctor wore a mask to give me injections. When I was uncomfortable, no one was with me like you. I never knew that it felt so good.”

He said, leaning his head on my shoulder, "Later, I got a little older, and I knew that it was very hard for my father to see a doctor for me, and because I always owed money to the hospital, there were always many people in the ward where I lived. People, there will be other people snoring at night, I always can't sleep well, and I also like to have nightmares, dreaming that I will die of illness one day, and then some children will pretend to be me and call my father Dad. "

I touched his cheek and saw the nostalgia on his face, "Then when I woke up, I would sweat a lot on my body, I couldn't breathe, my head was dizzy, I could only ring the bell vigorously, waiting for the doctor Come to help. I remember many times, when my father came to visit me, I secretly heard the doctor tell him that I might not live long.

Then another year later, my father probably couldn't afford the medical bills anymore, so he took me out, just to buy some medicine to make me feel better when I was sick. "

In this era, the level of medical care was very backward, and there were almost no research results on lung diseases. I remember that even tuberculosis was not discovered until several years later.

I think I can probably imagine that scene, after all, I am also a person who works in a hospital.