[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

Afterwards, Jack told me a story about him.After Jack was taken home, he was actually a little happy in his heart. He didn't like the environment in the hospital at all, which made him feel insecure.

He happily lived in this narrow room for a period of time, and even the damp bedding always made him nostalgic, and he even happily named everything in the room, even the one between the legs of the table. Spiders are regarded as good friends by him.

At that time, Jack always felt that the most peaceful time in his life was probably at that time.

"But afterward, I realized how difficult it is to live peacefully in the house." Jack said sadly: "Every time my father came back, he would lie on the bed and sleep, his body was covered with cinders, his face There was still dust worn off by sweat, and he was so tired that he almost fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow."

So at that time, the dinner time at Jack's house was always at six o'clock, when Jack's father woke up and had the strength to cook.

But even this is not easy, Jack has understood how difficult life is, how much money was spent on the family before putting him in the hospital, because his father had to live with his own cold and fever, and he was reluctant to take the medicine Buy, but Jack is still continuing to eat some 'luxury' like nutritional pills.

It was also at that time that Jack began to help his father. He insisted on working with his father on the train. Even if he had short legs and was too thin to do anything, the train captain would not give him an extra salary. But he just wants to do something that can be done, such as when his father is sweating from the coal fire, Jack can help his father dry with a towel.

Those nutritional pills were also stopped. Jack's health was considered good before, so he lied to his father that he was already in good health, and he would no longer take medicine.

Over time, even when he was really sick, Jack could find a way to hide from his father's sight and find a place to take a few deep breaths secretly to relieve it.

And the tired father no longer had the extra energy to distinguish the authenticity of these words, so he simply believed Jack's words and felt relieved.

This peaceful life lasted until the age of five. One day when he was five years old, his father suddenly coughed up a lot of blood while working, and then passed out. Jack and the driver were frightened and sent to the hospital immediately. .

But the hospital couldn't find out why. It just used a general word like 'pulmonary disease' to make a diagnosis, and emphasized that Jack's father had better get out of such a job, otherwise it would cause great harm to his body.

Of course his father would not agree, Jack had no decision-making power yet, but the captain used this reason to fire his father, because the captain was afraid that it was an infectious disease, and at that time, those infectious diseases that people knew were always more or less the same. The lungs have something to do with it.

This seriously hit Jack's father's spirit, and he fell ill on the bed because of this, and began to lament the tragic fate, and even began to apologize to Jack continuously for not giving him a good life.

Jack didn't feel any resentment at all, but was more worried about his father's health, but he couldn't say anything, he could only try to comfort him, and went out to pick up trash in exchange for some money.

At that time, the garbage collectors thought he was small and always gave him less money on purpose. Jack couldn't help it because he couldn't think of any other way out.

But such efforts still failed to save his father's life, and his father passed away within two months.Jack didn't even have the money to hire a pastor for his father. He just used all the family savings, even sold the family's table and bed, bought a cheap coffin, found a piece of land, hired a few cheap workers, and put his father buried.

When I was talking about this, Jack took a few breaths of pain, and seeing the pain in his expression, I touched the top of his head and hugged his shoulders, "Many years have passed, my dear. "

"...En." Jack reluctantly responded, and then leaned into my arms, without speaking for a long time.I know he hasn't finished speaking, but now I hope he can rest for a while, so I lowered my head, kissed his dry lips, and sucked a few softly.

Jack responded slowly, and lingered on my lips unwilling to let go. I knew he was asking for a kind of help, so I let him rely on my breath. "Don't leave me, Sean?" Jack said weakly, "I mean, leave in that way."

This made me glance at him in a panic, thinking he knew something in a panic!But immediately I denied my thoughts, because Jack couldn't know, unless he was a god, or had the same experience as me.

But obviously, in our previous encounters, let me know that Jack couldn't be either of those two.So I calmed down again, chuckled and said, "Don't think about it, it sounds unbelievable. How could such a tragedy happen to me at such a young age?"

Jack then laughed too, looking absurd at his own sudden thought, "Well, yes. But it's just a sudden thought." He added: "I grew up, and there were only two people who made me feel good." Such a sense of security, one is my father, and the other is the husband who taught me to paint, but they all died in front of me in the end." He chuckled mockingly, "Actually, I always thought that I was a miserable person. People, I must have done something wrong in my previous life, God will punish me like this, so that I can't get happiness... But this time, I'm probably going to go ahead of you first."

"Nonsense again!" I twitched the corners of my mouth, covered his sad green eyes more guiltyly, and changed the subject a little cheerfully: "But speaking of it, I am the same as them, giving you the same sense of security Is it gone?"

"...Well, it seems to be." He admitted awkwardly, and then his face flushed again, looking very cute, "But I must tell you, maybe in a few months, I will go to Got them."

I immediately scowled, "I don't really like hearing that—"

"—Actually, I went to the doctor." It's just that Jack didn't seem to see my displeasure at all. "I have been coughing intermittently. When I was 17 years old, I found that there was always blood in my sputum. , here, every time I laugh out loud, my heart hurts."

"..."

"One day when I was 19 years old, I slept under the bridge hole. When I woke up, I suddenly couldn't breathe, vomited a lot of blood, and then passed out. I thought I was going to die!" He said with a sneer: "But I I still woke up, although I have no strength in my whole body and feel dizzy, but I still survived."

I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his shoulder, "I will follow you wherever I go, and I won't leave you alone..."

"..." Jack was silent for a while, I saw his Adam's apple rolling, swallowing his saliva, "I'm not asking you...I just want to tell you that I might really Not long to live—”

"—Stop talking!" I looked at him angrily, with tremors in my voice.

I was really feeling uncomfortable.

"But it's true, Sean." Jack looked at me calmly, "I took all my money to go to the doctor, I wanted to live, but there was no machine to take an image of me, but the doctor was very experienced , told me that this is a very serious lung disease. It has something to do with living in the coal fire of the train when I was a child, and sleeping on the side of the road when I grew up, breathing a lot of dust. It is best to go to a big hospital for examination and oxygen therapy. "

Jack paused for a moment, then looked at me fixedly, "But you know, that kind of treatment is very expensive. I don't even have enough money for the examination, so I can only take painkillers all the time."

I closed my eyes sadly, and exhaled, "Get off the boat...I'll take you to the hospital after I get off the boat, and I will cure you no matter what."

"Ha, maybe!" he said in disbelief, obviously he didn't want to hear my lies anymore, "Sean, I just wanted to say that this is how my dad died, after he started vomiting blood A month later, I actually thank God that at least he let me live to meet you."

I pursed my lips and didn't speak.But Jack kept saying: "But now, I really feel that day is coming, Sean...you don't understand, in fact, just now, I suddenly felt that my life might end here. So ,I just think......"

He rested on my shoulder, looking at me with those eyes, and the love and thoughts inside made my heart surge. I never knew that Jack had so much love in his heart. to me.

He stretched out his hand violently, hooked my neck, pulled my chin, and kissed my lips hard!Just like how fierce I was to him before, it seemed that he wanted to eat me apart and take me with him.

I swear, at that moment, I felt a strong overbearing and possessive desire from his kiss!I could hear the unspoken words in his heart—if he was going to die, he would even take me with him if he could.

I calmly let him kiss, didn't open my mouth, just stared blankly at his pale cheek with my eyes open.

In fact, I know that he may really live soon.

Before he told me these things, he had a vague guess. Now, I am almost sure that he has lung cancer.

Lung cancer is still regarded as a terminal disease in modern times. In this era, no one has discovered any characteristics of this disease.

People don't know that there is a disease called cancer in this world, and no one has even successfully completed a visceral resection.

Oxygen use is not yet widespread around the world and remains an expensive treatment that can only be performed in major hospitals.

But in fact, I knew better that the oxygen therapy was useless to Jack, and it could only relieve his pain, not get rid of the disease.In particular, when lung cancer develops to the point of vomiting blood, it means that it is already at an advanced stage.

Besides, Jack looks like he's starting to have heart failure.

Then, I chuckled lightly, turned to hug him, shackled him to the railing, pressed his upper body to hold him tight, and kissed him.

Our position has been completely adjusted!Because it is impossible for Jack to have more pain and nostalgia than I do!He doesn't know, but in my heart, I have the same despair and attachment as him.

And after that, it was more profound...sadness, powerlessness.

They are like the Atlantic Ocean under the Titanic, endless, occupying everything we can see...