Why is my Two-dimensional a daily program

"Yukinoshita Yukino, may I ask, are you alright?"

A polite question came from the female nurse at the side.

"..." Yukino Yukinoshita.

"I... where is this...?"

Looking blankly at the nurse at the side, Yukinoshita Yukino made such a speech like an idiot.

The unbearable smell of disinfectant, and the white ceiling above.

There is no doubt that this should be a hospital.

Seeing the strange expression on the face of the nurse beside her, Yukinoshita Yukino also realized that it was not appropriate to say that.

"Sorry, I asked too much. I want to ask the ins and outs of the matter, why am I here, and, is there a young Chinese with me?"

"Ah... yes, it was about twelve o'clock in the evening when I received the call. I remember that there was indeed a man with you, Ms. Yukinoshita Yukino."

It seems to have been ordered by the hospital a long time ago, the female nurse replied directly.

"Well...I see, so, which ward is he in now?"

Even so, Yukinoshita Yukino was still extremely worried.

Because Bai Fan's wound was simply scary to look at.

Inexplicably, there was a trace of fear in my heart.

"Don't worry, he is in the top nursing room of this hospital, and he can take Miss Yukinoshita there later, before that, would you like something to eat?"

"No, just take me there."

Shaking and propping up her slender body, Yukinoshita Yukino didn't care that she had put on a hospital gown.

"Then, please go this way."

The nurse nodded.

. . .

. . .

. . .

He took the elevator directly, went straight to the corner, turned the corner, and arrived in front of Bai Fan's ward.

"The patient has not woken up, so please keep quiet, Ms. Yukinoshita."

The nurse reminded in a low voice.

"I know."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded.

Push the door in.

As usual, the ceiling is white, and the hospital bed is white.

And, a male youth who didn't wear a hospital gown, but was already wrapped in layers of white bandages.

He still seems to be sleeping soundly.

wrong. ． ．

That is. ． ．

Like a small animal, a girl with light-colored hair tightly held Bai Fan's other hand that was not on the IV.

Breathe softly.

"she is...?"

"Mr. Bai Fan's visitor should be a very close existence. He has been holding his hand since he was sent here last night."

The nurse nodded.

"Okay...Miss Nurse, you go out first, let me stay here for a while."

Yukinoshita Yukino waved her hand and took a chair from one side.

Looking at the two quietly.

do not know why.

When she saw Bai Fan, she would feel at ease, but if she couldn't see Bai Fan, she would feel an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart.

as if. ． ．There was scarlet blood everywhere.I feel uncomfortable all over.

If Bai Fan was awake, he would probably say a famous symptom.

PTSD.

This is what is commonly known as post-traumatic stress disorder, and in short, what is known as a mental illness.

Although Yukinoshita Yukino didn't notice at all.

But obviously, this kind of psychological feeling is the so-called PTSD.

"sorry."

Without the slightest affectation, looking at the latter's peaceful sleeping face on the hospital bed, she couldn't suppress the guilt in her heart at all.

She has always been right.

But the result in front of me doesn't look like the correct result.

"sorry."

The soft voice like the wings of a cicada did not wake Bai Fan up.

but--

"Fan, there is no need to be sorry."

At some point, the light-haired girl who was holding Bai Fan's palm tightly opened her bright red pupils.

Repeated word for word.