ghost you

Quietly, the corridors of the hospital were so quiet that one could hear the drop of a needle clearly.

The brightly colored words "in emergency" sting people's eyes. I really don't know if the designer is trying to give people hope, or reminding the fragility of life lying inside.

Bian Baekhyun hugged his blood-stained down jacket, lowered his head, and waited quietly for the door of the emergency room to open, and then a man in white clothes, white shoes, mask and gloves came out, telling himself Will Park Chanyeol only appear in memory in the future?

My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't hear anything, only the sound of a clock turning continuously.In the quiet environment, no one paid any attention to the boy, no one asked or cared about the boy's story in the snow, everything was going on as usual, attracting people's attention, but there was nothing they could do.

Alas, thinking about how pitiful Park Chanyeol was, he was injured so badly, but he was the only one sitting outside, nervous for him.So, I took on more worries as I deserved. Is this compensation?

Then... what happened to that man just now?

The clock was turned back, and it was two hours ago.Bian Baekhyun was running towards the road with Park Chanyeol on his back, it was getting late, and the place was remote, there was no sign of a taxi at all.And Park Chanyeol really can't delay any longer, he has lost so much blood, and his breath is so weak, what if, what if he dies?

Just when Bian Baekhyun was at a loss, a black car drove up to him from a distance and stopped neatly. The beautiful and clean body seemed like even snowflakes could not stay on it.

Bian Baekhyun stared blankly at the car, he had never seen this car before, it was too good-looking, comparable to the one of Sehun's family.He was still thinking, why this car is parked here, what is the origin of the owner of the car, can he help himself and the people on his back?

"Snapped."

The car door opened, and a foot wearing a shiny leather shoe protruded from the inside and landed firmly on the ground.

A well-dressed man came out of the car and looked at Baekhyun, no, it should be said that he was observing the boy on Baekhyun's back.

"Give him to me."

This voice is nothing special.The man just stood there, didn't move, only stretched out a hand.

"You, who are you?"

Bian Baekhyun subconsciously took two steps back.He didn't think this man would be a good person, because what he saw in his eyes was a shrewdness that could see everything, which made Bian Baekhyun very disturbed.

"Give him to me."

The man was not going to answer Bian Boxian, but continued to repeat these five words.Seeing Baekhyun's vigilance all the time, he added: "If you don't go to the hospital, he will die."

The tone was very affirmative, as if Park Chanyeol's life or death really depended on his judgment.

Bian Boxian was scared, he was really afraid of this man.Although his appearance is not terrible, he can even be described as handsome.

But, is there such a feeling?From a person's eyes, you can read his soul.You will have love, longing, disgust, fear...all kinds of emotions for this person.

Watching the man put Park Chanyeol in his arms and put him in the back seat of the car, and then close the car door, the black car window completely covered the bleeding boy.Soon, the windows were also covered with a layer of snow.

"and many more!"

At the moment when the man was about to close the car door, Bian Boxian rushed up quickly, trying to hold the car door with his hands.But his strength was too weak to stop him at all.

The man in the car still noticed it, pressed the button to control the car window, and looked through the window suspiciously at the boy whose lips were purple with cold.This boy has no danger factor, but the eyes that would only show weakness and retreat are now not only nervous, but also firm.

"I will go with you."

I don't know where the courage came from, Bian Boxian himself didn't believe that it would be a cowardly and timid self, saying it himself.

"Oh?"

The man's eyes were deeper, like the sea in a cloudy sky, unfathomable.

Bian Baekhyun was still standing outside the car, anyway, he was just an ordinary high school student, his mother was a housewife, and his father was just the department director of a branch of a well-known company.The house is extremely clean, no matter how capable you are, what can you come up with?But Baekhyun is worried about Park Chanyeol's injury at the moment.

... This man, if you don't let me go, I won't go, what can I do if I delay saving people by whining!

Just when Bian Boxian was about to say "forget it", the man lifted his chin chicly, said "get in the car" and closed the window.

Baekhyun couldn't say anything more, so he quickly got into the back seat of the car and sat beside Park Chanyeol.Before he could sit still, the man was already skillfully driving the car towards the hospital.

Park Chanyeol never opened his eyes.His overgrown bangs were wet and stiff from the snow, pinned to the left side of his cheek.Baekhyun sat on the right side of Park Chanyeol, and he could naturally see his unguarded, tightly closed eyes and smooth forehead.

How wonderful...but the blood on Park Chanyeol's body and the knife in his abdomen tightly gripped Baekhyun's thoughts, making his heart so tight.

What kind of wish was it that caused a boy who was supposed to be as beautiful as a star to be looked up to be reduced to the street, and now he has become like this again.

"arrive."

The man driving the car turned his head and saw Baekhyun staring at Park Chanyeol in surprise, but that expression was only for a moment.

With the help of the medical staff, Park Chanyeol was finally sent to the emergency room.

The older nurse on the side first babbled at the older one and the younger one who almost killed the injured because it was too late to transport the injured, then sighed, and said that the child's life was old enough, but the important parts were not injured. Fatal injury, but too much blood loss, blood transfusion is estimated.

"The blood supply in the hospital is tight, who of you can get a blood transfusion?"

...What are you talking about?

The doctor held the folder and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Mine is fine. He's too young."

The man who hadn't said a word walked up to the doctor, and pointed to Bian Boxian who was stunned.Needless to say, the majesty.The doctor didn't dare to ask him about his blood type anymore.Since he said so, his blood type must be a match.

"I want you to cure him, he can't leave the root of the disease."

The man said again.He's not expressing hope, he's giving orders.

"Please rest assured, we will do our best!"

The doctor hastened to answer.He didn't know why, he had always been a high-ranking self in front of the patient's family, but why he couldn't even lift his head in front of this man.All he knew was that the gaze hanging over his head was too fierce, which made him wonder how the man would react if something happened to the boy lying in the operating room.

"Park Chanyeol will be fine..."

When the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and re-entered the operating room, the man stood outside the operating room after the blood transfusion, silently, looking up at Bian Boxian and asking himself.And thoughtful.

"What do you have to do with him?"

What you said, could it be some kind of enemy relationship?

"Well...maybe a friend."

...it seems that the relationship is quite awkward.The relationship between friends seems to be wishful thinking.

The man continued to remain silent, his eyes remained the same, but he could feel that he still had very complicated emotions towards him.Doubt, surprise?Or are you re-examining yourself?

Suddenly, his gaze retracted.Turn around and walk straight in the opposite direction from the operating room.Clean and neat, as if even the air on the side dodged in panic.

"Where are you going?"

Bian Baekhyun hurriedly got up and chased after him.This person, like Park Chanyeol, has long legs, quick steps, and great strength.But the person in front of him was obviously more calm.

"It's none of your business."

Bian Boxian stopped in his tracks, startled for a moment.

I almost forgot... In addition to their similar steps and aura, these two people also have the same indifference.I don't want to be entangled with anything other than myself.

"Don't be his friend."

The man stopped, perhaps just to wait for the elevator doors to open fully towards him.

"what?"

Baekhyun's eyes widened.Why... This man seems to care about Park Chanyeol, but his actions are far from others.

Not to be friends?So what can be done.

That's right, in fact, the man is also reminding himself that Park Chanyeol and himself are in a different barrier, and he should not break this barrier and communicate with each other.What Park Chanyeol is facing is not only the wandering street life, but also unknown dangers and an unknown tomorrow.And myself, follow all the rules, be good at ordinary life, and be good at decorating myself with a sunny and kind appearance.

...Actually, he overlooked one point.Because of Park Chanyeol, I broke my own rules again and again, instead of being the timid and stupid me.But is this not true?

After Bian Boxian rearranged his thoughts, he looked at the elevator again, but he only saw the mirror-like elevator door and himself in a panic inside.

"Ugh……"

Bian Boxian turned around and sat back on the rest chair outside the operating room.

I don't know how long the dazzling red light has been on, I just feel that even the hands on the clock must be tired.

People outside are playing a boring game with time.And the people inside are engaged in a war without gunpowder against time.

In fact, Park Chanyeol was seriously injured, really serious.Even the doctor, who was used to seeing injuries, couldn't help worrying about the child.But when Park Chanyeol slowly opened his eyes amidst the hissing of various instruments, he said word by word in a hoarse and deep voice: "I'm still alive, tell the people outside."

Does this "person" refer to the well-dressed young man, or the equally immature child?The doctor already had the answer in his mind.The patient was seriously injured, and logically speaking, there should be no concealment.

But the doctor was convinced the moment the boy opened his eyes.This boy has enough intimidation to keep the god of death away from him!

When the red light went off, the red words "Emergency Room" also lost their color and became much darker.

The doctor opened the door with lingering fear, but he couldn't find the black figure in the plain white.

"how is he?"

Baekhyun pulled the doctor's white sleeve, his eyes were full of concern.

"The rescue went well, and the patient is fine, but he still has to stay in the hospital for observation."

Without that man, the doctor returned to his usual indifferent appearance.Because they play the role of benefactors, everyone should be grateful to them.

"What about the family members of the patient? They still have to sign. Why did they disappear after paying the hospitalization fee?"

A little nurse hurried over with a list.

"Director Chen, look at this..."

And the man named Director Chen lowered his head helplessly, took the large and small list, handed over the list of medicines needed for follow-up treatment and others to Bian Boxian, told him what to do next, and then took I asked the nurse to think of a way.

Bian Boxian grasped the list in his hand, feeling heavy and heavy in his heart.The breath that seemed to be lifted in the chest was finally let go.

Everything is too unreal today.It wasn't until he saw Park Chanyeol's pale face in the intensive care unit and listened to the sounds of various life-monitoring machines that he heard that everything was real.

He even doubted what he had experienced in the past ten years or so.This is the first time I have experienced life and death. Although the protagonist of this scene is not me, the actors are devoted physically and mentally, and the people who watch the show feel the same way, which is more shocking.The real sense of fearing time and life from the heart, like waves after waves, slapped my already numb nerves.

I, I hope you are well, I hope you will not get hurt again, I hope you will not appear in the ice and snow, I hope you will not risk your life even if you indulge all the time, I hope you can continue your coldness, your nobility, and your dominance...

Because I'm not sure, don't know.You get hurt again, will there be a coward running to the dark alley and shouting your name over and over again; you are frozen in the ice and snow, will there be a warm heat that wants to replace your midsummer; your indulgence And risking your life, will there be someone who will approach you bravely and not be afraid of your blood; your self, will someone regard it as yearning, longing for it from afar...

The author has something to say: ah, it's almost over. (looking at the sky)

My painting style is always inconsistent with my writing style~

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