Dan god ice cream end

"The patient has lost a lot of blood, but it is in care. We can stop the blood, but it is not out of danger. We have to look closely 24 hours a day."

The tall body collapsed almost immediately. The first tear came out. He raised his hand and held his face.

ICU

The ice cream lay tight, with a full rubber strap, a white haggard face, Mr. Dan sat down by the bed, thick hands shaking gradually, cradling smaller hands.

A trembling whisper, "Wake up, damn me, slap me hard in the face, but don't be silent like this."

ICU - The next day.

Dan sat leaning against a chair at the bedside. The eyes were ruddy because he didn't sleep all night. The thick hands also held the small hands tight, like afraid that if let go, the ice cream would disappear forever.

The sound of the pulse meter ticking... ticking... ticking more evenly. Dan looked hopefully.

The pale lips of the ice cream moved slightly. Prue eyes gradually opened hard.

"Tim..." the falsetto broke out, as if to cry out again. "Revived... thank God..."

The ice cream blinked slowly before saying, "Where am I..."

"Hospital, you're safe. Don't be afraid." Dan held a small hand tighter than ever. The eyes were cold, full of concern until the ice cream shook.

...

Two days later - special room.

The ice cream still needs to be saline, the arms are full of bandages, but the body's getting better. Dan's still sitting around not going anywhere.

"You don't have to be around all the time... I'm not much anymore," said a fuzzy voice.

Dan looked straight. "No, I'll stay."

"Mr. Dan...

The ice cream is still, the heart can't beat.

Dan slowly raised his hand and gently touched his dirty hair, his cheeks. "Get well soon. I won't let her get hurt anymore."

The face of the hot popsicle immediately snapped up. The ever-cold relationship began to melt with clear words and actions.

...

That night, Dan was still sitting at the bedside, leaning on his head against the ice cream's mattress, holding his hand and not letting go. The ice cream looked at the picture and smiled thinly.

"Thank you, Mr. Dan."

Exclusive room - hospital (several days later)

Dan still comes to watch the ice cream every day, and he takes work on the couch, but his eyes often look towards the bed rather than reading the papers seriously.

"Mr. Dan," the ice cream said softly. "I can eat it myself. I don't have to enter it."

A spoon of porridge that was about to come to a halt. Dan looked still. "Your hands are not good. Don't be stubborn."

"But I was embarrassed..." the cheeks became clearer, the color faded, the sight dodged the other way.

Dan bowed a little and smoothed the sound. "Eat."

Finally, the ice cream opened its mouth and took it easy, but the heart beat so hard that it almost burst out.

...

One afternoon.

Dan brought a box of fruit into the room. The ice cream leaning on the pillow in the bed looked up to welcome him. "Didn't you go to work? Why are you back so fast?"

"The important work is here." The tone is simple but clear. The tall figure puts the fruit box down and picks the apple and peels it in a deft gesture.

Popsicle looked quietly before accidentally smiling thinly. "Never thought a cold person like you... could sit peeling fruit for me to eat."

Dark eyebrows gave up a little bit. "Don't think I'm doing this for anyone."

The little heart of the ice cream is beating again, forbidding, absent.

...

Night

The lights in the room were dim. Dan was working on the couch. The ice cream turned around and said softly, "You can sleep. I'm nothing."

Dan didn't take his eyes off the papers. "If he closed his eyes and woke up and didn't see her... I wouldn't be comfortable."

The ice cream stopped. Tears, uh, but forced a smile. "You started to make me not know if I was dreaming or real."

Dan put the papers down. Look deep into those eyes. "This is not a dream." Thick hands are held tight.

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