The scarlet blood stained a large area of water from the mouth of the silver-haired boy.
"Daris, what's wrong with you? Your mouth is bleeding, so much blood." I panicked and tried to struggle out of the phantom, but to no avail.
On the shore, everyone is waiting impatiently!
As soon as Yan Ye came down from the elevated platform, he seemed to have used up his last bit of strength to push everyone away and stumbled to me, who was lying on the stretcher covered with water.
He was trembling, trembling with despair
His half-open mouth seemed to hold a thousand words, but he couldn't say a single word. Tears moistened his amber pupils.
"Bang!"
Darius, who had been standing aside, still had blood stains on the corner of his mouth. His pale lips were like white rice paper. A gust of wind blew by, and his shaky body finally fell down like a slow head and hit the floor heavily.
Yan Yeyi was like a burnt-out oil lamp, lying helplessly in front of me
"Yan Yeyi, Darius!" I shouted out like I was watching a tragedy on TV, but found that the audio tape didn't seem to exist and I couldn't make any sound.
"Remember, follow your heart." Womari's old voice gradually disappeared from his ears.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and the bright light stung my eye masks.
Through the lenses, I saw the familiar ward decoration and the faint smell of disinfectant.
Great, I'm really not dead yet
But... what about Yan Yeyi and Darius? Why is there no one in the ward? Could it be that this is a hospital in heaven!
"Ms. Nurse, is there a patient named Yan Yeyi here?" I tried to steady my steps and staggered out of the room. There was a very strange atmosphere in the hospital corridor, and the busyness of the nurses made me a little scared.
"Miss, please go back to the ward. We don't have time to take care of so many people." The angels in white nurse uniforms seemed to be busy with something at this time, even me, who was weak and collapsed on the ground, didn't care.
Following their pace, I finally walked into the corridor of the operating room.
The door of the operating room is tightly closed, and the eye-catching operating light emits a bright red light, as if to indicate its urgency. The nurse is busy going in and out.
There were still a few familiar figures standing outside the door. Hitomi Kaaba stood by the window with his hands folded on his chest. His head was bent so that I couldn't see his expression. Saink walked away anxiously, his red hair seemed to