Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 2758 Let him grow old alone
It's very quiet here, he can hear his heartbeat and breathing, and no one will come over throughout the day except for meals.

Sometimes the pain was unbearable, and he would send someone to bring medicine.

The supervision here is very strict, because people are afraid of suicide, the medicine is delivered one at a time, and the dose is controlled every time.

This time is no exception.

He sent someone to bring medicine and a glass of boiled water.

If he wanted to commit suicide, he wouldn't wait until he came in before committing suicide.

If it was a 15-year sentence, he could continue to live after he came out, so how could he commit suicide.

With plain water, he swallowed the medicine.

After taking the medicine, his body will be much better, and his head will not hurt so much, but this place is imprisoned for his body and mind.

Turn off the light, here you just can't see your fingers, you can't see anything.

He had envisioned such a day long ago, but he thought that he would get used to it soon, but he didn't expect that after several months, he still didn't get used to it.

But he didn't have much regret about the path he chose.

As the medicine took effect, he felt drowsy, leaned against the seat, and fell asleep in a daze.

Under the light, his face was thin, and his usual sharpness had disappeared, leaving only the sharp edges and corners of his face and endless tiredness. Even his eyes were covered with a layer of dark circles, which could not disappear no matter what.

There was a cool curve on the corner of his lips, and his usually clean hair was now messy.

He used to be taciturn, but now, he can't say a few words for a month, and he has become even more silent. The whole person looks calm and peaceful, with only one heart still beating in his chest.

I don't know what night it is, the sun, the moon and the stars.

For more than a few months, no one came to see him.

He knew that no one would come for the next 20 years.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are just his one-man show, and no one will participate in his life.

fair enough.

Just let him grow old alone.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep, only the light was dimly on in the narrow monitoring room, shining on his face.

There was no sound, it was extremely quiet.

This time, he slept for a long time.

However, in the middle of falling asleep, Josnian woke up again with a feeling of nausea.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." There seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and Josnian kept coughing, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Probably because someone noticed the situation here, a tall American man walked in and offered to take him to the hospital.

Josnian shook his head: "No, old problem."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can mention it to us."

"I know." His expression was a little impatient, and his voice was still as deep as ever, only a little more hoarse.

"OK, I hope you recognize the reality and don't torture yourself." The man didn't say much, put down a glass of boiled water and left.

It's already winter in New York.

There is no feeling of coldness inside, and the heating is full, making it impossible to judge whether it is winter or spring.

If you live in a daze, 20 years will pass quickly.

It's just that he doesn't know whether his body can last 20 years.

Josnian closed his eyes, no longer sleepy, his mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, and he didn't do anything.

Day after day, he was almost in this state.

The gloomy, dark, empty, boring, and damp here are enough to make him remember him for a lifetime.

It's such a haunting thing.

(End of this chapter)