[Titanic] I can't help myself

I don't know how long I was in a coma, but I just vaguely remember that for a while, I seemed to see the gray sky vaguely, and someone shouted in my ear: "He is still alive!"

I felt as if I was put into a spinning top and spun at high speed, nausea, dizziness, and sharp tinnitus blasted in my brain.I tried hard to open my eyes.There was a blur of light spots in front of him, and a huge black shadow pressed over.

"He's opened his eyes! Colonel Buckett! Can you see me? Colonel Buckett..."

Please, stop making noise!I shouted in my heart.

Someone lifted my head and moved my body, when another voice boomed: "Don't move him casually! He may be seriously injured! Wait for the medical staff to do it!"

I try to open my eyes, but it seems that there is a force pulling my eyelids hard, making me close my eyes quickly, dizziness is dragging my brain forcefully, severe nausea and I don’t know where it came from Pain hit every nerve and every cell in me.

Another mass of darkness came over, and they lifted me up.Another sharp pain hit, and I couldn't help making a painful moan.

"Easy! He's in pain!"

"Although Colonel Bukett has his eyes open, he is still in a coma, and all his reactions are subconscious."

"Is his injury serious?"

"Further inspection is needed, rest assured, we..."

I didn't listen to this person finish this sentence, and soon, I couldn't resist the power of exhaustion and dizziness, and passed out again. The second before I passed out, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, at least in this situation, Being in a coma is obviously much better than being awake to bear these pains.

In the following time, I regained my sanity for a short time from time to time. Sometimes I felt that I was being moved, sometimes I would wake up with a sudden pain in my limbs, and sometimes I felt an almost unbearable feeling of vomiting, and then I I would be picked up by someone—I don't know who it was, and then I would spit it out like this, maybe on that person, or maybe in the basin they prepared for me, and I have always been quite sorry about it.

A few times, what forced me to wake up was a feeling of suffocation that I could hardly breathe, and an inexplicable pain from inside my chest.At that time, I heard a quarrel like thunder around me. I couldn't hear what they were saying. Someone grabbed my hand and supported my head. The warmth made me very familiar.After this, I found that there was one more place where I was sore, it was in the armpit and chest side, but my breathing became smoother, and the stuffy feeling like being soaked in water disappeared. .My upper body was also hurting before, I thought it might be a broken rib, but the new pain is not only different from the broken rib pain, but also in a strange position, but every time I try to figure this out, I Just passed out again.

Finally, I finally woke up.I finally opened my eyes smoothly, and my vision slowly returned to normal from a blur. I looked at the high ceiling dully, then moved my head little by little, and saw several neatly arranged pictures. There were some people lying on the beds, and several ladies in white clothes walked back and forth between these beds.I looked at all this blankly, trying to rearrange my chaotic brain.

"Oh, God! Henry, are you really awake!" A surprised voice suddenly rang in my ears, and then a disturbed face appeared in my sight, "Can you see me clearly? Who am I?"

I blinked, and gradually revealed a smile: "Carl..."

"Oh my god, you're finally awake!" Carl's eyes turned red almost immediately, he held my hand tightly, and tentatively put the other hand on the side of my face, wanting to touch it but daring not to touch it, Finally, gently put it on my face, "You have almost scared me to have a heart attack these days, every time I open my eyes, I thought you woke up, but after blinking for a few seconds, I fainted again It’s over.” After speaking, he sat up and said something to a lady in the distance, I only understood a few words, and tried to identify them, it seemed to be French.

Soon, a man wearing a white robe over the military uniform walked over quickly, checked me, and asked me a few questions in English with a strange accent, which made my mouth dry, and finally smiled Congratulations, I'm safe now.Karl stood up and shook hands with him, exchanged a few words in French with him in a grateful tone, the military doctor said something, and finally left with the nurse.

Carl watched him leave before sitting down next to my bed and looking at me carefully.Only then did I have the opportunity to observe him carefully.Carl looked terrible. Although his hair was neatly combed and his beard was cleanly shaved, his whole face had an unhealthy blue color. His eyes were deeply sunken, and the inside of his eye sockets And there are deep shadows under the eyes, the whites of both eyes are bloodshot, the lips are gray and dry, and there is an ulcer wound at the corner of the mouth.

"Why do you..." I just wanted to ask him how he made himself like this, but just opened the mouth, I felt a pain in my throat, and I couldn't speak out hoarsely.I was already very thirsty, but the words I said just now made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Carl quickly and carefully helped me up, took a glass of water and put it near my mouth, fed me a little bit, and then helped me back to lie on the bed.

"Do you still know how you were injured?" Carl asked. "The doctor said you had some concussions, and there is a good chance that you will lose the memory of the injury because of the severe blow to the brain. Do you remember?"

When he said this, I realized that something was wrong with my current appearance and the surrounding environment. The pain in my limbs and chest hit me like the radio was suddenly amplified.I gasped and tried to remember what had happened.

"Don't think about it, honey." Carl quickly touched my face and said, "Just forget it, I'll tell you."

I wanted to press my forehead with my hand, but as soon as I tried to lift my right hand, I felt like there were countless dumbbells hanging on that hand, and there was a biting pain.

Gradually, some pictures came up, explosions, dust, and James...

"Oh, shit!" I swear, "Where's James? How's James?"

"Remember?" Carl wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a towel, "The Earl of Cornwall is still alive, but his condition is not very good. He is still in a coma."

"He, ahem, how is he doing now?" I asked eagerly.I remember when the bomb went off, he was in a position behind me, closer to the bomb, "what did he hurt, is he serious?"

Carl hesitated for a moment, I guess he was wondering whether to lie to me with nice words, or to tell me the truth, and finally he frowned slightly and said: "He has broken limbs just like you, and his blood gas was caused by the explosion." In addition, there is a serious problem. His spine received a huge impact, which may be hit by a blown stone. The doctor preliminarily concluded that he was very Maybe," he said here, watching my expression, and added, "My dear, you should thank God if you know that you are still alive."

"I know, I know." I gasped for breath, and finally nodded lightly, "What did the doctor say about him?"

Carl looked into my eyes and held my hand tightly: "He probably won't be able to stand up again."

As if a nightmare had been confirmed, even though he had already had a premonition, great grief still surged up in an instant.Tears welled up from my sore eyes, my lungs began to contract violently, and the inexplicable wound on my ribs and chest started to hurt again. I gasped with a hiss, and curled up my upper body slightly.

"Don't move!" Carl leaned over nervously, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and gently drew circles on my chest with one hand, breathing for me, "Relax, relax, be good, relax. Henry, your Four ribs were broken, but fortunately there was no large displacement and dislocation, and there was hemopneumothorax, the doctor is in this position," he pointed to a position on the rib side of my armpit, "I performed a closed chest drainage for you, and put your Is the wound still hurting? Don’t get excited, okay, don’t get excited, it will make you feel worse. Be good.” He touched my face and comforted me softly.

I took a slow and deep breath, relaxed myself, resisted the urge to cry, and then asked in a hoarse voice: "Then, did Aunt Violet send someone to take care of him? I remember his wife is still pregnant, Violet Aunt Ollette's body may not be able to withstand the long-distance bumps."

"His sister is taking care of him, don't worry, they brought two maids and a manservant with them," Carl said.

"That's good, that's good..." I was almost speechless, trying to hold back the choked feeling and not let myself cry out. Every time my lungs contracted like convulsions, the pain in my chest wound intensified.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry." Carl touched my face and comforted him, "He may not be able to stand up again, you know that even in the twentieth century, those doctors are mostly like the middle ages Liars, they always make things worse, so that when things go wrong it's none of their business but God's fault, and when things get better, it's their fault. Your cousin James is still young and recovering Powerful, anything can happen.”

I blinked quickly, trying not to let my tears go back, "I know. I understand. Anything can happen. I understand."

I swallowed, trying to distract myself with another question, "When did you arrive? How long have you been here? How long have I been unconscious?"

"I arrived two days ago." He looked into my eyes with pity on his face, "You have been in a coma for almost five days, and you always wake up and pass out again, it's frightening to death."

"I remember throwing up," I said. "Who did I spit on? I have to apologize to him."

"I've already thanked her for you. She's a nurse. After that, I vomited all over my body." Carl said with a smile, "You need to get better soon, or I won't forgive you."

I nodded and tried to smile and said, "I will try my best to make you worry... By the way, we are now..."

"We're in Paris," he said. "You're badly injured, and I'm going to take you back to Acton to recuperate after you wake up."

"Oh, yes, you were speaking French," I murmured, "I feel like I'm getting dumber now."

"You've just woken up, so of course you're still a little dull. By the way, Acton became a hospital under Rose's persuasion." Carl straightened the quilt for me, and said softly, "Ruth was always She was quite firm against it, but Rose persisted in persuading her for nearly three weeks. Rose said she learned in India that Easterners believe in Buddhism. That religion says that if a person does good deeds, he will accumulate luck for himself and his relatives. Rose Ruth thought that turning the manor into a hospital to treat more people would increase your luck, and Ruth slowly figured it out. As a result, you had an accident two days after the manor became a hospital."

As he said that, his eyes turned red again, he swallowed several times, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and it took him a long time before he spoke again: "I don't know if I should blame the oriental god that Rose talked about because of ours. Good deeds bless you, and I am glad that you can now receive the same perfect treatment conditions as in a large hospital at home. You can hardly imagine, but how we felt when we learned that you had an accident."

"I'm sorry...but I'd like to thank the latter." I shook his hand back, "I'm just broken, I'm not disabled, I'm not paralyzed, it's God's blessing.”

The author has something to say: So Cousin James did not die. . .

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"Marriage of Rebirth" (present, rebirth, entertainment, writing, marriage)

This is the story of a couple who got together because of marriage and entered the entertainment circle together.

Han Yue was a child secretly born by a prostitute. When his mother died when he was five years old, he was sent to his father's house and was raised by his wife.

In the past 28 years, he has been cautiously pleasing his parents, giving up his favorite literature and writing, and studying financial management, just to appear useful.In the end, he was regarded as an enemy fighting for the family property and died of murder.

Only then did he realize that he was just an outsider living in Han's house.

Reborn ten years ago, Han Yue finally let go of the weak family affection that will never be reached, and decided to live her own life.He wants to continue his dream of writing, and even, if possible, he wants to be a screenwriter.

And the strength is weak, even if you don't want to, you will be dragged into the struggle you don't want to participate in.

Just at this time, the Zhou family's blind date made him think that he could leave the Han family on the boat of the Zhou family through marriage.

However, what is unexpected is that Zhou Boyi, the serious and taciturn second young master of the Zhou family who served three years in prison for his elder brother and was just released on parole, turned out to be his loyal reader.