[HP] Don't talk to me

The room was so quiet that it seemed time had stood still.There was the sound of someone walking outside the room, but no one opened the door to break the silence.I lay on his chest, where I could hear his heartbeat.His chin was right next to my ear, and the breath from his nasal cavity was blown down his neck and into my cochlea, bringing warmth and itching.

I closed my eyes, my mouth was bitten just now, and it still hurts now.But my heart was filled with peace, and my hand was tightly clutching his.He will not die!I will not let him give up his life casually.Even if it takes all my strength, I won't hesitate.

I hate him, I admit it.I love him, and I admit it.It turns out that love and hate are in an instant, and in an instant it is decided which element is more, and they will give everything for it without hesitation.

I love him, just a little more.

I have already seen through my life. From birth, I have been doomed to be unlucky.If it doesn't last long, that's fine with me.I've been through so much and I'm tired.

But he can still live.He will have a virtuous wife and sensible children. The lifespan of a wizard is so long. He should live to the age of growing a white beard. Several children surround him and call him grandpa.He should be happy, he must be happy.

In order for him to live and live happily, I will do everything I can.

In fact, I should never have been entangled in whether he loves me or not.This is no longer necessary.I was destined to be a passer-by in his life, and I should exit quietly instead of dragging him hoarsely and letting him get hurt with me.

He can do whatever he wants, for him, I am willing to do anything.

In fact, it has always been like this.

When I looked up, he felt my movement and lowered his head too.We looked at each other, and I noticed the soft waves in his eyes, so I raised a hand and stroked his chin. There were a lot of stubble on his chin, and it felt hard.I smiled at him.

"Tata..." He murmured in a low voice, grabbed my palm on his chin, counted one finger after another with his lips, and kissed gently.He stretched out his hand again, caressing my broken lips.

I nodded at him, and sat up slowly.

"I know, you love me, and you still love me." His eyes were extremely bright.

I took a deep breath, leaned towards his cheek, and left a light kiss on the corner of his mouth as a comfort to him.

He was in a daze for a while, and he was about to come to hug me, but I dodged away first.I picked up the pen and paper on the ground, wrote a few words, and handed it to him.

"From now on, eat well, take medicine well, I want to see you get well, and stay with me all the time. Do you hear me, Severus?"

After he finished reading, his face showed joy, and he smiled at me, and he seemed to have returned to his appearance ten years ago in a trance.

Maybe it's a good thing I can't talk, so I don't have to hide the panic in my words.I've never successfully lied in front of him, because I'm tongue-tied when I tell lies.

I tidied myself up, found the crutches that had fallen at the foot of the bed, and stood up with support.

"Where are you going?" He was a little flustered and wanted to pull me, so I wrote another note and handed it to him.

"I'm going to call the nurse to bring you breakfast again, and I want to watch you finish it."

He nodded and obediently stopped me.I walked out of the ward, found the nurse, and then returned to his bedside as scheduled, and had dinner with him.

He ate slowly, looking up at me from time to time.I have been guarding him and never left for a moment.

He asked me to go back to the ward to live with him, I agreed, and immediately asked the nurse to help me move things.He has been watching me carefully. When I moved my things to the bed next to him, he seemed relieved at last. He watched me pack my things, and then slowly fell asleep.After I packed up my things, I turned around and saw him half leaning against the pillow, with his eyes closed and his expression peacefully sinking into a dream. I couldn't help feeling sour in my heart, and shed a few more tears.

He is like a child who got candy, and he is happy to show the baby to everyone.I still remember that when I wanted to hold his hand in front of others, he always blushed and resisted.It's good now, the nurse came in to deliver medicine and meals, and he held my hand and wouldn't let go.Sometimes I want to struggle to withdraw my hand, but he holds it tightly, and there is no way.In desperation, I can only let him act willfully.Knowing that we were reconciled, Mendel said to Snape, "If you work harder, you may be discharged from the hospital in half a month."

Snape asked, "Is there anything I can do to make me feel better?"

"If it's painful, would you like it?" Mendel stood at the head of the bed, raised Snape's arm, and inspected his wound.

Snape nodded immediately: "Yes."

Therefore, Mendel made a recovery plan for Snape, including drinking several powerful potions but excruciating reactions, and doing certain exercises.He fitted Snape with a crutch-like brace on the side of the hospital bed against the wall. As long as Snape was put on it and a spell was spoken, the brace would automatically take Snape forward while maintaining his balance. , not letting him fall to the ground.Snape was picked up by several male doctors for the first time, and he fell to the ground after walking only a few steps. The skin on his hands was torn, and several bloody holes were split.I felt distressed watching it from the side, because this kind of exercise is a kind of torture for him. I always see him almost drenched in sweat after a game. He keeps silent and insists on doing it twice a day.A few times later, he refused to let the doctor come to help him again. He was too proud in his bones to bear being protected by others.I watched him leaning on the wall and walking slowly to the bracket, almost fell down several times on the way, and wrote him a note: "Don't do it!"

He smiled at me: "I have to get well soon before I can take care of you."

I was speechless for a moment, and a flash of pain flashed in my heart.

Snape worked on his recovery, and he would discuss my problems with Mendel.Regarding the scorpion stone, the magic world has no way to restrain it, and can only use potions to suppress the lesions it derives.There was a little new therapy that he and Mendel came up with at our bedside.He couldn't sit for a long time, but Bryce took out a lot of books for him from the cellar, and sat on the bed every day to read them, looking for clues to treatment.I couldn't interrupt him, and I didn't dare to let him know that I had already given up the treatment in my heart, so I could only silently watch him busy.

I will drink the potion they negotiated obediently, but I know that I am getting worse.I was alone in the bathroom one afternoon, rolling up my sleeves, and noticed that the arm I'd used to plunge into the scorpion stone had started to show a large black bruise.The pain in my chest also occurs from time to time. Even after taking the potion, the number of nosebleeds has continued unabated. Sometimes when I sit on the bed and look at him, I suddenly find that his face becomes frightened, so I have to hurry He took out a tissue to wipe the blood, heard him urgently calling for the nurse, and then closed his eyes tiredly.

Aberforth came to see us too, and I apologized to him for the noise I made on Christmas Eve, he must have had a bad Christmas.Aberforth didn't accept my apology, but emphasized that he still wanted to spend another Christmas with me.

I'd like to say that I don't necessarily have another Christmas to spend, but knowing that Snape just sat and stared at us carefully, he didn't write the words after all.

After Aberforth left, the room fell silent again, and I looked up at the ceiling.

"Next Christmas, we'll be spending Spinner's End together. You can invite Aberforth to our house, but I don't want to spend all day in the Hog's Head," said Snape. Cooking at home, I really want to eat your baked pudding."

I turned to look at Snape and smiled.I know he loves baked puddings, but I haven't made them in a long time and I'm sure I'm not very good at it.

He didn't smile, he looked at me intently, and he spoke after a long time, with a clear and slow voice: "Tata, we..."

I had a bad premonition in my heart, afraid that he would say something that would embarrass both of us, so I suppressed the smile on my face, pursed my lips, and made a silent gesture to him.

I wrote the note and handed it to him: "Let's work together first to get better. Severus, are you right?"

He looked at the words I wrote quickly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he didn't continue to speak.

I feel that someone is calling me from afar. I was already standing on the coastline of my hometown, looking at the rolling waves in a daze.The calls in my ears changed from small to clear to loud, until someone pushed me from behind, making me lean forward and rush towards the waves. I broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly regained my senses.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Mendel was plugging my nose with a cotton ball in his hand, and at the same time he called out to me, "Tata, wake up!"

When I woke up, he took a deep breath and signaled the nurse next to him to change the cotton balls.The nurse handed it over with trembling hands, staring at me in horror.

I lowered my head to take a look, and I was taken aback too—most of the hospital gown on my upper body was stained with blood.Consciousness returned slowly, and I immediately felt that my neck and jaw were sticky.The young intern on one side was holding a wand and muttering some spells in a low voice, while the other was holding several potion bottles and standing behind Mendel.

"Has the bleeding stopped?" The doctor holding the potion probably saw this kind of scene for the first time, his voice was as small as a mosquito.

But the room is extremely quiet now, and everything can be heard.Mendel changed the cotton balls a few more times, and motioned to the doctor with the wand to support my head and hold me up.

Maybe it was because of blood loss, I was so tired that I gradually had to close my eyes and go to sleep again.Mendel kept yelling: "Don't sleep! Tata, don't close your eyes! You have been asleep for a week, and if you fall asleep again, something will happen!"

I slept for a week?I became more and more confused in the drowsy sleepiness.I clearly remember that I had just eaten lunch, lying on the bed and chatting with Snape without saying a word, and then my memory was fragmented—sleeping for a week?

Mendel's voice was chaotic, like the echo of falling into a pensieve: "The blood has almost stopped, Sam, bring the medicine here immediately, hurry up, pour her down!"

I felt that someone pried open my mouth, and a hot liquid rushed down the esophagus into my stomach, so uncomfortable!

I twisted my body a few times, but I couldn't push away the hands that were grasping my body. They pinned me firmly on the bed, making me unable to move.

Suddenly I heard someone beside me shouting in pain: "Tata, Tata! Did you hear my voice? Tata, don't sleep! Listen to Mendel, don't sleep!"

It was Snape's voice, wailing and trembling.

Several doctors surrounded me tightly. I could only see the shining white coat in front of me, but I couldn't see him.

The liquid in my stomach was churning like lava, melting everything in my abdominal cavity.I was sweating all over and it felt like all the water was evaporating from my body.

I cried, it hurts so much!I didn't even have the strength to cry out, I could only look at the ceiling and weep silently, the tears flowed down the corners of my eyes and into the ears on both sides, as if I was lying on his chest that morning, his breath was blowing into me As warm as in the cochlea.

"Tata, don't sleep! You said you wanted to get better with me. If you don't accompany me, what's the point of my life? You only promised me for a few days? Don't torture me again! I can't! I can't! I can't!"

I heard Snape's voice almost frantically echoing around the room.

I tried my best to nod, but I didn't have much strength, so I had to hold my eyelids and try my best to think about things in my mind.I remembered the song my mother sang to me before, so I hummed to myself in a low voice:

Shake, shake, laugh happily, baby in my arms,

in the warm cradle,

Mother's hand shakes you,

In a warm closet.

Kiss you baby, please smile happily.

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