If I am saved, my dry soul is regaining its moisture.
Shadows fell in front of me.
I opened my dry eyes and vaguely saw the outline of a white dress standing next to me.
"Anna?"
I couldn't help but call her name, but only I could hear the voice.
There was no response, and the outline of Mohu gradually disappeared.
I wanted to sit up anxiously, and a drop of water suddenly hit my eyes. The dry eyes became moist. I blinked, endured the soreness of the foreign object in my eyes and opened them again, and then I saw the holes in the floor on the second floor.
The yellowed ceiling, the sound of rustling wind and rain outside, and the feeling of accumulated water pushing up waves like a shoal.
The rain restored my exhausted body;
A few centimeters of collapsed floorboard saved my life from unconsciously drowning in ankle-deep water;
The medicine relieved some of my pain. I don’t know if it contained painkillers or anti-diarrheal and anti-inflammatory drugs.
I hope it is the latter, because it means that I am getting rid of the disease. It should also be the latter, because the pain in my body hits me like a wave of waves.
I endured the fatigue, weakness, dizziness, and the pain of muscle tearing and sat up from the water. The cold air gave me goosebumps. I wanted to go back to the warm water, but the pale and swollen skin that resembled a corpse told me that
I can't do this anymore.
The sound heard by my ears was as weak and distorted as a noisy radio. I turned my head and slapped my ears, and then shook my head like a drowned dog shaking its hair. Before the brain was shaken, a stream of heat flowed out of the ear canal. I
Then I heard the patter of rain outside and the sound of waves lapping against the wall.
I stirred the water and got up. The pills in the medicine box in my pocket disappeared, and they should have melted in the water. There was only the wet candle still in my pocket.
I thought of the book as I groped in the stagnant water, but I only found some specious flocs. I am afraid that only by going back in time can I recover the pills and the book.
I had no choice but to hope that the medicine had suppressed the disease, and walked towards the door with warm water dripping down my face. Although I was dripping wet from head to toe, my mouth and eyes were still extremely dry, and every time I blinked, there was a feeling of pain between my eyelids and eyeballs.
I put sandpaper on it and rubbed my eyeballs.
I pursed my wet lips and wanted to drink something, but I really didn't want to have the painful experience last night again. I held my hand on the door frame and looked at the dark clouds that made it difficult to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.
It shouldn't be very short, because the skin on my palms and under my clothes is as pale and wrinkled as the dead people I have seen washed ashore by the sea.
The rain was not heavy, and only the gullies on the damp bluestone road held stagnant water, but rainy days in Belfast always changed. I left the clinic before the rain turned into a torrential downpour, holding on to the recovery of my weakness.
The body walks back to the longhouse.
Both sides of the road stood in the rain. The gloomy, silent houses made me feel uneasy. The lead-colored lines of the rain seemed to distort my vision, twisting at the edges of my peripheral vision and sight. Before the uneasiness reached its peak, I finally returned to the dilapidated house.
Dirty, but the longhouse made me feel safe and authentic.
I climbed into the dark room through the window. I wonder if I caught a cold, I couldn't smell the stench in the room, or maybe it was because there was only water left in the room.
I walked into the kitchen with the faint light that penetrated the room. There was no light coming out of the stove. Touching the iron cover of the stove, the remaining heat gave me a glimmer of hope. I opened the stove cover and used a wooden stick to stir up the ashes to keep the coal.
The ash of the shape collapsed, and the core touched the air, lighting up like a burning cigar.
This means I no longer have to drill wood with my hands to make fire.
The wind outside whimpered at the window frame. I put dry and flammable cloth and wood stubble as fire starters, blew air to let them burn gradually, and then added small pieces of wood.
After confirming that the stove will not go out again, I will throw away the tin cans and wooden bowls that will remind me of pain when I see them. As for the kerosene barrels, because I really have no strength, I can only continue to discard them in the corner.
Move the simple still under the eaves for cleaning, then put it back on the stove, and use an iron can to catch the rainwater.
Rainwater can be drunk. When I was a child, I would often raise my head and open my mouth on rainy days, but I am not sure if my body is still recovering. The shadow was so close to me last night that I could only continue to distill the water and drink it.
Make the stove hot enough to avoid catching colds and fevers.
While waiting, I realized that I needed water and food.
Water can be obtained from rainwater. Food... I don't know where to get it, but based on my experience in Lovelorund, as long as there is water, you will be fine if you go hungry for a few days.
The first glass of distilled water filled the earthen bowl. When I picked up the wooden bowl, I seemed to smell the smell of kerosene, but the fact was that I couldn't smell it because of a stuffy nose.
Thinking that if I couldn't drink the distilled rainwater, I wouldn't be able to survive, so I decisively drank the bowl of slightly boiled distilled water. My body quickly started to heat up and I started sweating. I felt no discomfort and my nasal passages unexpectedly became clearer.
I didn't drink the second bowl of distilled water. Instead, I took off my clothes and boots that were still dripping, wring them dry, and threw them around the stove.
Sitting by the fire without any clothes on, I was like a native of a farm. Only then did I realize how bad my condition was.
The palm under the bandage is almost ulcerated, and the wound on the calf that was cut by the stairs is open and almost transparent. If you expand your chest slightly, you can feel the severe pain in the chest. I hope it is not a broken rib or internal bleeding.
I was very lucky to find the medicines at the clinic. They must have antidiarrheal, anti-inflammatory, antipyretic, analgesic and other effects.
The silver ring I wore on my middle finger made my finger hurt, so I took it off temporarily. I couldn't remember many things in the past, but I only remembered that this was something very important to me, so I put it next to it.
I used the second bottle of distilled water to clean the wound, the third bottle to boil bandages, dry them and wrap them around the wounds on my calves and palms, and I continued to drink the fourth bottle.
It started to get dark again and night was approaching.
As my body gradually warmed up, I began to feel hungry. I sat by the fire and looked at the dim light outside the door, dreaming that fish would rain from the sky, wild chocolate would grow from the mud, and bread and butter would fly in from afar.
One benefit of this kind of divergent thinking is that it allows me to temporarily forget about hunger and hypnosis.
I sealed the windows, put enough coal in the stove to burn until tomorrow, and slowly fell asleep next to the stove.
I woke up briefly during this period, but I just changed my sleeping position, listened to the sound of rain outside that made me feel at ease, and then fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, the kitchen was filled with the early morning light.
Feeling much better than yesterday, I stretched out. Suddenly, a deep fear gripped me. Because I saw that the walls and ceiling were covered with tiny holes like eyeballs that let in the faint light.
This discovery gave me chills.
It is conceivable that late last night, some scary monsters were hiding outside the house, hiding next door, hiding in the ceiling, staring at me through the gaps all night.