In early summer, Turan opened the door, and Hesta in the ward turned to look at her.
Hesta is sitting in a wheelchair. She is wearing a brand new ahgas uniform today. The uppers of the black short boots are amazingly bright, and there are no unnecessary wrinkles on the hanging trouser legs.
Her empty right sleeve hung outside the armrest of her wheelchair, and her other hand, wearing a white glove, rested casually on the metal buckle of the belt around her waist. About twenty medals with large and small ribbons were pinned neatly on Hesta's shoulders and sides. They were like a group of orderly stars, shining on the dark woolen fabric.
There is also a blue and white etched badge on the left side of Hesta's collar, which is half hidden in Hesta's shoulder-length red hair. Turan recognized the etched seal because she had one herself - it was a gift from Miss Valenti, and it read "Asking for help is an act of the strong."
"Wow, look who this is!" Turan smiled and walked quickly towards Hesta. "Are you planning to board the ship dressed like this? Will it be too conspicuous - do you want to wear a wig again?"
"That's it," Hestad whispered, "I am no one now but Jane Hestad."
"Have your luggage been packed? The ticket check-in time is at four o'clock in the afternoon. We have to leave after lunch."
"Everything is fine."
"Where is your packing list? Let me go through it for you one last time."
Hesta handed over the phone.
Turan took the phone, turned around and opened Hesta's suitcase. Before she could compare the contents on the list, she was stunned. There are really not many things in the box. There is only a gold coin, a key, a somewhat worn red velvet blanket, a copy of "Origin", and a bundle of postcards and stationery tied together with thin hemp rope... ...Tulan recognized at a glance that some of them were the ones he had sent from pmrc last fall.
"...Is this all your luggage?"
"There is also an accordion." Hesta replied softly, "The person in charge of the base will help me deliver the things directly to the cabin where I live, so we don't have to carry them with our hands."
Turan raised his eyebrows: "Where are the other things? Your toothbrush, teacup, change of underwear...?"
"Those daily necessities will be prepared new on the ship." Hesta's voice was broken, and whenever she was stuck in language, her left hand would wave slightly, "So I only need to... bring the most important things - "
"But it would be better to use your own for some personal items, right?"
Hesta just looked at her quietly.
Turan sighed, "Forget it, just make your decision."
She closed the box again and put it into a small cart near the door. "Where are the ferry tickets?"
"It seems it hasn't arrived yet. The base said they will hand it over directly to the head nurse. I can just go to her to pick it up before departure."
Turan nodded, and she looked around the room, taking one last look at everything in the ward to check if there was anything else missing.
At this time, the ground was full of life, but most of the furnishings in the reserve underground hospital remained unchanged-except for the vase beside Hesta's bed. There are no flowers in the vase today, only some dark green eucalyptus. Their round leaves are a little dark gray, stretching towards the head of Hesta's bed.
Turan stepped forward and touched the eucalyptus leaf, then suddenly turned his head, "From the first day I entered your ward, I felt like there was something missing here. I just suddenly realized what it was..."
Hesta tilted her head slightly, "What?"
"Where's your small table and carpet? I remember you used to have a coffee break corner like that wherever you went..."
Hesta frowned slightly and turned to look at the empty corner behind her - she didn't realize that she had indeed forgotten something until Turan mentioned it.
"Do you need to bring some furniture like that on board?" Turan lowered his head and looked at his watch. "If you do, it's probably not too late for us to drive to the furniture store to pick it up now."
"...No need," Hesta whispered, "I haven't arranged it like that for...a long time."
"Really? When did it start?"
Hesta lowered her eyes and thought for a while. It seemed that it all started when she moved into the basement of Ava's house. Since then, the strong need for a corner has never surfaced again.
"...It's not important anymore," Hesta said softly, "Tulan, can you push me up for a walk again?"
"Okay," Turan walked behind Hesta, "Let's go for a walk...to commemorate your last day in District 3!"
…
Although it was already May, the two still felt a chill when they walked under the shade of a tree. Turan finally pushed Hesta to a large lawn in front of the outdoor training field. Hesta recognized this place at a glance. This was the place where Liz taught her to sing the mercury needle war song.
Turan lay down next to Hesta's wheelchair. She put her hat over her face to block the light and let out a contented sigh.
"Jane, do you have that radio from the hospital? Play some music."
Hesta reached into her large pocket and took out an old-fashioned radio.
She lowered her head and fiddled with the machine. To this day, such delicate operations are still very difficult for Hestad - when she tries to use a specific finger, her entire hand begins to shake uncontrollably. It was a side effect of some of the psychotropic medications she was taking, but compared to the edema, rolling tongue, and excessive salivation she had experienced over the past few months... a simple tremor in her hands and feet was friendly enough.
Finally, Hestad managed to press the play button, and the conversation came over the radio.
"So can I summarize it this way? You think the legacy left by Duke Villefort should actually belong to-"
Hesta turned the dial gently and switched channels.
"Currently, the charity scandal caused by Bishop Yousef is still fermenting, and a large number of people are paying attention-"
Hesta turned the wheel again.
"I personally think that we, I mean all devout religious people, should put aside our prejudices and thank the prosecutor, Ms. Robin, if she had not been aware of this long-planned crime in time-"
"Give it to me." Turan sat up. She took the radio from Hesta and quickly switched it to the classical music station. The sound of piano replaced the human voice. Turan lay down again, "...Okay, clean ”
"Sophie's matter...isn't it over yet?" Hesta asked softly.
"Yes, there is a commotion outside. A well-known bishop took advantage of legal loopholes to deceive a little girl who had just lost her parents so that she could donate all the inheritance she had just inherited - this kind of thing has never happened at any time. Something that can arouse public opinion.”
"How...is she doing now?"
"Who? Sophie?"
"Um."
"I heard that Ms. Robin applied for the identity protection procedure for minors. She should have changed her appearance now and started a new life in a place where no one knows her." Turan put his hands behind his head. He changed his position and lay down, "Did you know that Sophie's brother fell and died last month?"
"……What?"
"It seems that the servant who took care of him didn't pay attention. As a result, the child climbed over the fence and fell from the window sill. Because his head was down, he died on the spot." Turan held up his cheek and looked at Hesta, " This means that Miss Sophie could only inherit half of Villefort’s property, but now the entire Villefort family’s inheritance belongs to her alone.”
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