Strange light

The author has something to say: After watching the movie for a week and a half, why haven't you guys issued a female ticket yet? !Can't help but do it yourself.I only make sticks, and I lick and lick the second one purely for selfish desires. I like to watch it.Those who are not used to the style of writing... Please write, I am very hungry

This is a short story, the outline has been finished, and the text is on the way.

A rare sunny day on Wednesday.

Before she opened her eyes, she already knew that the sunlight outside the window must be obliquely shooting into her ward at a thirty-degree angle.The tulips in the vase on the right side of the bed, the dark green rhizomes are about to rot, and the red flowers are no longer delicate and beautiful, drooping limply.

But don't worry, in less than 10 minutes, Jenny will come in and change the flowers, and then she will put the sun newspaper of the day next to the vase.

The date in the newspaper was Wednesday, August [-]th.The headline on the front page was that the Chancellor's mistress was accused of illegally transferring property, and the accompanying picture was the embarrassing smile of the unlucky Chancellor.

The smell of disinfectant in the air is not pleasant, but it is not annoying either.

Occasionally, bustling footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Doctors strode past with windy skirts, nurses greeted lightly, and nurses swept the stains on the floor with a mop.

Everything will be on schedule, as always, busy and orderly.

When she opened her eyes, the light was as expected, not only because it was a rare sunny day, but also because her eyes hadn't touched the glare of the sun for a long time.

She didn't intend to look at the expected everything around her, but raised her numb hands, trying to sit up.

It's hard.She was in a coma for four days.

This number, Jenny told her countless times, even a goldfish with a seven-second memory can probably remember it.

Hands are shaking.

Even if the brain controls it to move vigorously, it only moves a few centimeters upward when it appears on the body.But she is not discouraged at all, she knows this is a process that must go through, it is normal.

Relax, relax, it's normal, isn't it?You've been through it many times, count to thirty, and they will be obedient.

She said this to herself, took a deep breath, and began to count thirty silently.

one, two, three, four, five

thirty.

As expected, as the numbers continued to increase, she felt vitality recovering in her muscle meridians, and her fingers stopped trembling, just until the silent counting ended.

This is also when Jenny appears in the room.

"Honey, are you finally awake?!" A shrill female voice appeared at the door of the ward, "Yesterday I went to Father Paul to confess and pray that you can wake up soon. Thank the Almighty Lord."

After all, Jenny stood in front of her hospital bed, and solemnly crossed herself on her chest.

"Really?" She had just woken up, her voice was a little hoarse, "How are John and Nick? Is Bailey okay?"

Jenny took the kettle placed on the cabinet opposite the bed, poured a glass of water and handed it to her, and then replied, "John's right hand is broken, Nick is lucky to have a little bruise on the joint. As for Bailey □□”

Jenny deliberately paused here, watching her slightly sip some water with her lips, and continued: "The child was lost, but he is still alive, and he is currently staying at Nick's house."

"sounds good."

"This time, you were the most seriously injured. Did you know that a long iron nail pierced your skull and reached between your eyebrows. If Dr. Strange didn't perform the operation himself, no one could save you. You probably just She can become an unlucky Sleeping Beauty and fall into a coma forever." Jenny said, and made an exaggerated length with her index finger and thumb.

"dr.strange? What a strange name. Can I meet him?" Her tone was flat, as if she was just an ordinary patient who wanted to see the real face of the doctor who saved her life.

But in fact, her heart was already hot and trembling with excitement.

"Hmm - I don't know, he looks very...very indifferent..." Seeing her look dim for a moment, Jenny couldn't bear it, "But I will ask."

"it is good."

The waiting time is always long and heart-wrenching. She silently counted the passage of every minute, like the rough feeling of a rusty blade rubbing against it.This slight but persistent pain gave her a kind of morbid addiction.She is obsessed with the despair and loneliness imprisoned by time.

Or imprisoned by him.

His white robe is wrapped in air, like the sunlight lingering on his thick eyelashes, conceited and dazzling.Her eyes lingered in his clear pupils, such a light color but so deep, like an unfathomable abyss, behind a calm appearance, an incomparable pride.

Dr. Strange

Stevestrange

Brilliant neuroscientist, genius with extraordinary achievements, and a man with a lot of arrogance.His eyebrows and eyes may not be the most delicate and handsome, and his figure may not be so tall and strong.However, he always has an eye-catching charm. This charm may come from the self-confidence of rich knowledge, or it may be just the appearance of superficial deep facial features and a mellow double bass-like voice.

She stared at him obsessively, longing to drown in his green eyes as beautiful as Walden Pond, no no no, the next second, she changed her mind again.

"Rebecca White?" Dr. Strange's deep voice was so beautiful that it could make her orgasm, and she was willing to melt into it.

"Yes." She suppressed her excitement, and replied calmly like every patient with snow-white lips recovering from a serious illness.This is not difficult, after all, restraining from coveting dr.strange is like that unlucky hole in her head, which has happened countless times.

After Dr. Strange asked her name, he picked up the case book inserted by the bed and flipped through it. His slender fingers pinched the thin papers, making them look extraordinarily fair and delicate.

She still wanted to say something to him, but looking at his silent and stern face, her eagerness was like sweet eggnog bubbling in a pot, closed by a lid called timidity.

This cover is made of a material called inferiority complex, and she always tries her best to remove it every time, however, the more force she exerts, the greater the resistance.

"Dr. Strange!" Dr. Palmer rushed in like a flurry of wind, panting, with a few strands of chestnut hair hanging messily around his cheeks.Palmer's arrival quickly grabbed his attention. He put down her medical case, turned his head, and listened patiently to the other party's words. His sapphire-like eyes were so focused that he couldn't detect it himself.

She noticed.When a person's heart and eyes are full of another figure, he can always feel the other person's joy and anger at the first time.

There is a special bond between Dr.strange and Dr. Palmer. Maybe this bond is still shallow at present, but at the right time, it will definitely grow up overnight like a bamboo shoot that emerges from the soil after hearing a spring thunder.

She approached him by going back in time again and again, and Dr. Palmer only needed to speak a lot of words that she couldn't understand to him, and he could easily grab his attention and take him away.

She looked at his leaving back in despair, her white clothes fluttering, as chic as ever.

The smell of disinfectant in the air gradually dissipated like morning fog after sunrise.On the fresh tulips on the bedside cabinet, the crystal dew on the petals is gradually dusting like glass beads.Dimly reflecting the flow of light and shadow around.

She closed her eyes, and there was darkness in front of her eyes.The noisy sounds around gradually faded away, those conversations, those footsteps, and those friction sounds, all disappeared in the pure darkness like clouds and mist blown by the wind.

She buried her soul deep, and time weighed heavily on it.

She didn't know what to do. To her, life was just the air flowing in her nasal cavity. Facing the gurgling and rushing time, the past and the future, she was like a child in the middle of nowhere, ignorant of what to do.

She is both apprehensive about the future and disgusted with the past.Before her name was Rebecca, she was mediocre, wearing five-centimeter-high leather shoes, wearing meticulous, elegant and courteous suits, with exquisite makeup, and wearing a carefully drawn mask to face people. Shaped people.Until one day, when the street lights were dim in the middle of the night, she turned her head and saw the tired woman on the car window, her face was pale and her expression was numb.

As for the future, what is that?

Until one day, after a routine street fight, she met him.

A beam of arrogant and dazzling light.

Thanks for that damn nail, for the thousandth time.