Chapter 67: STAY WITH ME (2)
You gently stroked my forehead for a while, sometimes whispering kindly and telling me about your day. I vaguely remember hearing that Mary had visited. I wondered if my condition worried her.
Then, you left reluctantly, perhaps because visiting hours were over or maybe because you hadn’t fully recovered yet. The last time I saw you, you were in terrible shape.
When your lips left my forehead, the headache eased a bit. I wanted to hold onto you, who came every day to watch over me. But I felt trapped, as if in a diving bell deep under the sea, unable to move. My body felt like a prison.
What if I never wake up?
Suddenly, that fear reared its head. They say people go mad if they stay confined too long; I hadn’t realized it applied to situations like this.
“——, wake up,” a whisper came at the right moment.
Yeah, I want to. The words I couldn’t finish faded away.
The pain receded, and constant sleep pulled my consciousness down, deeper and deeper.
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