[Comprehensive] They forced me to die
Chapter 17 Fainting
When Alice woke up, her heart was frozen because she was still alive.
She never thought that she would suddenly faint when she was going downstairs, because of anemia, she just felt that for a moment, the whole world was dark, and she couldn't see the way ahead.
The brain seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pieces of gold, and she couldn't lift it up, and then her whole body rolled down the stairs with an unstable center of gravity. Before she lost consciousness, she only had one feeling in her heart, and that was that she was dead this time.
Hallelujah, she is still alive, although her forehead and thighs are covered with bandages comparable to the thickness of a mummy.
She was in a good mood and said hello to McCoff who just came in.
"You seem to be enjoying your stay in the hospital." Mycroft was wearing an elegant three-piece suit, holding a small black umbrella, still looking calm.
He stood up straight, but looked out the window.
"You're angry?"
"No, I just thought maybe you'd rather be in a mental hospital."
"Mycroft." Alice looked at her brother angrily.
"It turns out that I still have time to do it." Mycroft looked at Alice with a smile.
"I hope you won't give me a reason to do it."
"You're angry." Alice clearly felt that he was indeed angry.
"Don't lie to me, I can feel it."
"Why are you angry?" Alice looked blankly at McCoff in front of her, and frowned, feeling that the atmosphere was not very good.
"It's not because of the hospitalization fee, is it?"
Alice said to herself, of course she knew that McCoff would never get angry with her sister because of this.
"Ms. Ma Ke is really a very elegant person." Alice said to herself.
"The escort you sent." Alice explained.
McCoff quietly watched Alice talking to herself on the hospital bed, without any expression on her face, and Alice obviously couldn't hide the embarrassment on her face.
Mycroft is like a high mountain flower in the extremely cold place in the extreme north. He can always keep people away from him quietly.
"I'm sorry." Alice relented anyway, it was a fierce battle, and the mere fact that he's staring at you with those damn light gray eyes can make you feel uncomfortably uncomfortable.
Alice hated being stared at like that.
"How's the weight loss going?" She was a little unhappy looking for thorns, in fact, her mocking expression was exactly the same as when Sherlock was making trouble.
"I think I should go." Mycroft looked at Alice, opened the window in front of him with steady steps, a gust of wind blew in, the breeze kissed their cheeks, and McCoff turned his head to look at Alice.
"An important conference in the Middle East," explained Mycroft.
"You don't have to go out of your way to see one of your psychotic sisters or explain it out of your way."
Alice-style self-deprecating, she sneered, as if adding salt to her own wounds every time she said a sentence, she didn't look like she was joking just now.
"If I were you, I wouldn't, what a shame."
"Believe me, I hate myself more than you do."
She said a lot of belittling and self-deprecating words to herself, and glanced at Mycroft from time to time.
She suddenly realized that she was indeed a lot neurotic, but Alice attributed this to the fact that the original owner of this body was a neuropathy.
He didn't seem to care what Alice was saying, his light-colored eyes looked out of the window, with his back to Alice.
It seems to be thinking about something.
The wind becomes silent, it no longer teases you intentionally or unintentionally,
Oxygen permeated the air, but it seemed to be fixed by something, and it was a little heavier. After taking a deep breath, the surroundings seemed to be like a thousand dollars, and it was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry, Alice."
Alice's smirk, which she had been trying to stalemate, suddenly pulled down, and she gave McCoff a deep look.
She only felt a pain in her heart, her mouth was tightly closed, and her hands were shaking slightly as she grasped the quilt.
The atmosphere that followed was not very pleasant, and McCoff did not sit for long before leaving.
Before leaving, he just took a few glances at the silent Alice, said nothing, adjusted his suit, and still looked decent and dignified.
She never thought that she would suddenly faint when she was going downstairs, because of anemia, she just felt that for a moment, the whole world was dark, and she couldn't see the way ahead.
The brain seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pieces of gold, and she couldn't lift it up, and then her whole body rolled down the stairs with an unstable center of gravity. Before she lost consciousness, she only had one feeling in her heart, and that was that she was dead this time.
Hallelujah, she is still alive, although her forehead and thighs are covered with bandages comparable to the thickness of a mummy.
She was in a good mood and said hello to McCoff who just came in.
"You seem to be enjoying your stay in the hospital." Mycroft was wearing an elegant three-piece suit, holding a small black umbrella, still looking calm.
He stood up straight, but looked out the window.
"You're angry?"
"No, I just thought maybe you'd rather be in a mental hospital."
"Mycroft." Alice looked at her brother angrily.
"It turns out that I still have time to do it." Mycroft looked at Alice with a smile.
"I hope you won't give me a reason to do it."
"You're angry." Alice clearly felt that he was indeed angry.
"Don't lie to me, I can feel it."
"Why are you angry?" Alice looked blankly at McCoff in front of her, and frowned, feeling that the atmosphere was not very good.
"It's not because of the hospitalization fee, is it?"
Alice said to herself, of course she knew that McCoff would never get angry with her sister because of this.
"Ms. Ma Ke is really a very elegant person." Alice said to herself.
"The escort you sent." Alice explained.
McCoff quietly watched Alice talking to herself on the hospital bed, without any expression on her face, and Alice obviously couldn't hide the embarrassment on her face.
Mycroft is like a high mountain flower in the extremely cold place in the extreme north. He can always keep people away from him quietly.
"I'm sorry." Alice relented anyway, it was a fierce battle, and the mere fact that he's staring at you with those damn light gray eyes can make you feel uncomfortably uncomfortable.
Alice hated being stared at like that.
"How's the weight loss going?" She was a little unhappy looking for thorns, in fact, her mocking expression was exactly the same as when Sherlock was making trouble.
"I think I should go." Mycroft looked at Alice, opened the window in front of him with steady steps, a gust of wind blew in, the breeze kissed their cheeks, and McCoff turned his head to look at Alice.
"An important conference in the Middle East," explained Mycroft.
"You don't have to go out of your way to see one of your psychotic sisters or explain it out of your way."
Alice-style self-deprecating, she sneered, as if adding salt to her own wounds every time she said a sentence, she didn't look like she was joking just now.
"If I were you, I wouldn't, what a shame."
"Believe me, I hate myself more than you do."
She said a lot of belittling and self-deprecating words to herself, and glanced at Mycroft from time to time.
She suddenly realized that she was indeed a lot neurotic, but Alice attributed this to the fact that the original owner of this body was a neuropathy.
He didn't seem to care what Alice was saying, his light-colored eyes looked out of the window, with his back to Alice.
It seems to be thinking about something.
The wind becomes silent, it no longer teases you intentionally or unintentionally,
Oxygen permeated the air, but it seemed to be fixed by something, and it was a little heavier. After taking a deep breath, the surroundings seemed to be like a thousand dollars, and it was overwhelming.
"I'm sorry, Alice."
Alice's smirk, which she had been trying to stalemate, suddenly pulled down, and she gave McCoff a deep look.
She only felt a pain in her heart, her mouth was tightly closed, and her hands were shaking slightly as she grasped the quilt.
The atmosphere that followed was not very pleasant, and McCoff did not sit for long before leaving.
Before leaving, he just took a few glances at the silent Alice, said nothing, adjusted his suit, and still looked decent and dignified.
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