In My Desperate Time

However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.

I stand at the door, hesitating.

Frances' voice sounds again.

"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.

There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.

He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.

After a long time, it's silent inside.

When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.

I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.

At the very least, he has survived today's trial.

The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.

has always been unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so

condition is getting better

I feel relieved.

will happen between him and

I still feel

something is about to

tell exactly what's

would you wake up because you're reluctant to

as I look at the pile of

are all given to me by his

not improved, he has always insisted

has recovered, I naturally want to return

say is

hand and says with a

I'm joking, I don't expect that

in a bad mood all of

and curl

do you mean? Could it be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was

says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you taking this so

"I am. So what?"

at him with displeasure