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"She has shown signs of stress response..." Dr. Zhang slowly turned around after finishing the examination, looking at the people in front of him with a slightly serious expression. "I wonder if something has triggered her?"
"It's my fault! It's all my fault! I insisted on bringing her home..." The father covered his face with both hands, his expression filled with pain, his voice choked with emotion.
"Brother-in-law, don't blame yourself like that! You did it for Xiao Fan's sake; we all understand..." The aunt comforted him softly, her voice tinged with tears.
"No... none of you are at fault; it's all my mistake..." Shen Yulin's eyes were hollow and lifeless as he stared intently at me lying on the hospital bed, muttering to himself.
"This isn't a matter of right or wrong. Perhaps the fact that she is currently experiencing some stress is actually a good thing. Let's wait until she wakes up and assess the situation then, Mr. Shen. We may need to trouble you again tonight," Dr. Zhang said calmly. After speaking, Uncle led Dr. Zhang back to the guest room to rest.
Lying on the bed, my eyes were tightly closed, breathing steady and deep, as if I had entered a tranquil world free from the disturbances of dreams. In this deep sleep state, my thoughts began to wander uncontrollably, recalling bits and pieces of the past.
Memories with Shen Yulin played out in my mind like a movie, each scene clear and vivid. The flutter of emotions when we first met, the kisses and embraces during our time together, his heartless departure, our reunion, the grand confession, the delayed truth, and his imprisonment...
I was immersed in the tide of memories, unable to extricate myself as if time had stopped. Every detail felt so alive. These memories might be beautiful, bringing warmth and emotion; or they could be painful, leaving me to silently chew on that bitterness. Happy moments sparkled like brilliant stars deep within my soul; sorrowful fragments loomed like dark clouds over my heart; moments of disappointment felt like cold raindrops dampening the fire of hope within; while fear loomed like an endless abyss of darkness that sent chills down my spine. These emotions intertwined—some bright, some dim; some deep, some shallow; some intense, some faint.
My body slowly curled up, brows furrowed tightly, eyes shut tight, occasionally letting out muffled groans as my fists clenched tightly as if battling demons in my dreams. The aunt tried to wake me gently by calling my name softly, but I remained unresponsive, completely lost in my dream world. My father and Shen Yulin also noticed something was wrong and rushed to my bedside calling out to me. My breathing quickened, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and my face turned pale as paper. Suddenly, my body convulsed violently with a scream but I still did not wake up. That nightmare felt as heavy as a thousand pounds pressing down on me, making it impossible to break free.
Dr. Zhang and Uncle hurriedly pushed the door open. "Dr. Zhang, please take a look at this child," the aunt said through her sobs. "Don't worry; she's currently in a nightmare. I've arranged for a nurse to give her an injection; she'll wake up tomorrow," Dr. Zhang reassured them. Just as he said, after receiving the injection, I calmed down and fell into a deep sleep where everything in my dreams seemed to vanish without a trace. That night, no one slept; they all stayed by my bedside quietly watching over me.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window onto my face as I slowly opened my eyes but felt unusually fatigued. It was as if an invisible weight pressed down on me; every movement felt laborious. I tried to sit up but found my muscles sore as if I had just gone through an intense battle. My head felt heavy and dazed as I struggled to get out of bed; my steps were unsteady as if my legs didn’t belong to me. With each step I took, I could feel my body protesting against me. This fatigue was not just physical but also mental. I tried hard to recall what happened last night but was left with nothing but a blur.
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