An atmosphere of silence surrounded the room, and the water ripples on the tea cup reflected Victor's heavy breathing. Cobot just mechanically filled his mouth with the water cup, regardless of whether the water that had just been boiled was hot or not.
"When she is a mentally ill person, she can hurt you unscrupulously because she doesn't know who you are, and she doesn't know who she is."
"But when she becomes a mother again, no mother can accept what she has done..."
"Perhaps, she always wanted me to leave." Cobot's tone became a little numb: "When she was sick, she threw everything she could at me to tell me to get out..."
"But I can't leave, I can't leave her." Cobot's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I can't leave her, she is my mother."
Victor closed his eyes, and a heavy exhale came from between his mouth and nose. Schiller also sighed softly and said, "I suggested it to you before when I prescribed medicine for you. Moving to a new apartment and a change of environment will help the patient start a new phase of treatment and recovery."
Cobot shook his head, his tears shimmering in the dim light as he moved, and he said, "She doesn't want to leave."
"Why?"
Cobot's hand grasped the water glass tightly, and the veins protruded from the back of his hand.
"Because of my father."
"According to my mother, she and my father met on this street. My father brought her here to meet his family. They had dinner together, drank mulled wine, and chatted by the fireplace..."
"My uncle sang and the rest of the people laughed and made them dance..."
Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, the fire in the fireplace rose, and figures gathered around the sofa lively. Some brought wine, and some brought fruit plates. When a folk tune was sung, everyone clapped their hands.
A pair of young men and women walked to the center of the room. They danced, their clothes flying. When the song ended, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings from their family, and then walked into the church holding hands as well.
Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, there was only a mad woman spinning in this dark and decaying old house, and only the sound of rain sang for her.
“After my father died, my mother blamed it all on him not bringing an umbrella that rainy night, so she would often dig through everything in the house trying to find an umbrella.”
"But if I really gave her the umbrella, she would scream and curse and smash the umbrella with a chair. She said there was a curse on it. She said we were all cursed..."
"I can't remember how long this has been going on..."
"In the beginning, she would pull me all night long to tell stories about their past. Later, she would stay silently in the corner of the living room every night, looking through the book that she had dug out countless times. cabinet……"
"Whenever I tried to stop her, she started attacking me and eventually, whenever I came back to the house, she would tell me to get out..."
"When she started to wake up gradually, I was very happy. I thought this kind of life was coming to an end, but I didn't expect..."
Cobot covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept twitching, and the cry that made him unable to cry sounded more like the cry of an owl. In such a heavy atmosphere, it was funny. Want to laugh.
Just like that, at dawn, the phone rang more sharply. Schiller picked up the phone and said: "Really? She's awake?...Okay, we'll go there right away..."
When I walked out of Cobot's old house, the sun was rising from the horizon. It had rained all night and the air was filled with rich moisture. It was blown even cooler by the morning wind. When I breathed it into my lungs, it felt like Swallowed a lot of ice cubes.
The car drove to the hospital. When the three of them got out of the car, Gordon had already walked out and said helplessly: "You guys go in quickly, she is making a lot of noise."
After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the door of the ward, holding an infusion bottle in one hand and the hose and needle for infusion in the other. The needles were full of blood. Another older nurse Just as the nurse was about to walk in, Victor stopped them and asked, "What's going on?"
The young nurse sighed and said: "As soon as this lady woke up, she pulled out all the infusion needles in her hands, which caused a lot of blood. She also hit people with a bottle rack. We didn't dare to do it." Lean over.”
The old nurse poked her head in and said, "We have to subdue her quickly. Her hands are still bleeding. It will be more difficult to deal with the wound when it opens."
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the stairs nearby. Brand came over with a group of nurses. He waved his hand and said, "Go to Anding."
The old Mrs. Copot in the house was like a madman. She roared and wanted to attack no matter who came near.
But fortunately, she was an old woman after all. She bled a lot and didn't have much strength. She was quickly subdued. As soon as the tranquillizer was given, she calmed down and then lay on the bed, her eyes dull. Look at the ceiling.
Cobot walked in the front, Victor and Schiller followed. Cobot walked to his mother's bed. Old Mrs. Cobot rolled her eyes and looked at her son. Cobot saw His mother's aging face showed a look of guilt and pleading.
"Why are you stopping me... Al..." A dry voice came from her throat, and Copot's Adam's apple was shaking and unable to answer.
"I don't want to stay here anymore... I can't do that anymore, don't stop me..." Old Mrs. Cobot began to tremble all over, but she couldn't move and could only freeze in place.
Schiller suddenly pushed Copot and whispered: "Show your arm to your mother."
Cobot turned back for no apparent reason, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Cobot still stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves.
His arms were thin, with rough skin and an abnormally pale complexion, but there were no wounds on them.
Schiller stood next to the bed and said to Mrs. Copot, "Madam, you suffer from catatonic schizophrenia. You imagined that you attacked your son when you were sick, but we took medicine and now you have woken up." ”
Old Mrs. Cobot paused. She grabbed her son's wrist with her eagle-like talons, then turned over hard, and stroked Cobot's arm with her other hand.
It was indeed very smooth there, and there weren't even any scars left. The lizard serum healing potion created by Connors was not just for treating trauma, it could even completely heal the scars left by the wound.
Cobot felt his mother's arms begin to tremble, and then he heard her whimpering. He didn't know whether it was out of guilt or joy.
"Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that..."
"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as sure as if he was not lying at all. Even Victor rubbed his eyes, wondering whether the injured Cobot he had seen before was... An illusion.
"Yes..." Cobot grabbed her mother's hand and said, "Those are all illusions. It's because you didn't take your medicine on time. Mom, as long as you are treated in the hospital and take medicine, you won't have this kind of thing." Something happened..."
Old Mrs. Copot was already out of breath from crying. Brand outside the door sighed and said, "You'd better leave here first. The patient needs to rest."
Old Mrs. Cobblet held her son's hand tightly, and Cobblet could not leave. Only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.
The early morning sunlight shines into the room through the window, and the door frame turns into a picture frame, with Schiele and Victor standing against a golden background.
Victor touched his lips with his fingers, and Schiller saw that his fingertips were trembling. When the emotions that had been stored up all night burst out, the usually gentle and steady professor looked like he was about to collapse.
His eyes even started to look a little out of focus, as if many terrible visions were haunting him.
"If Nora dies..." Victor's voice sounded like a bow with broken strings. He looked at Schiller with eyes asking for help and said: "...Would I be like this? crazy?"
Schiller couldn't tell that answer, because he was now facing a real person, his patient, not a character in a comic book or movie.
Familiarity with the plot and prophetic predictions fall here, which cannot bring any sense of superiority that the time traveler should enjoy, but can only bring heavier sadness.
Everyone in this world has his or her own tragedy, and no answer can be the only solution to the tragedy, so there is no savior.
In the city of Gotham, some people play tragedy, some people play comedy, some people laugh wildly at tragedy, some people cry at comedy, some people cry with laughter, and some people cry with laughter.
No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even time travelers and prophets.
This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.
The golden background in the frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor turned around tremblingly. He walked quickly back to the ward, stared directly at Cobot and said: "Follow me, Cobot... follow me. !”
Cobot was pulled by him, stood up from the hospital bed, and walked out of the hospital. The morning light engulfed their figures. At some point, Schiller who was standing by the door also disappeared.
Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his coat that was stained with moisture and threw it aside.
He stroked Cobot's back, pushed him in, and then walked to the experimental table. He turned to Cobot.
Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little nervous and a little crazy under the cold light of the laboratory.
"Cobot..."
Victor looked into Cobot's eyes. There was warmth and expectation that Cobot couldn't understand, and a paranoia that ordinary people couldn't understand.
It's not like a teacher looking at his students, but more like a father looking at his son. In other words, it's more like a person who has been saved from a tragedy looking at another tragedy. It's like a traveler looking at another person in the boundless snowfield. A traveler.
At this time, Cobot heard Victor ask him:
"Cobot...do you know how water turns into ice?"
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Someone can't laugh anymore, I won't say who it is.
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