I'm a newbie. If you like it, I will continue and work hard.
It was still this room, full of coldness, the air still had the pungent smell of disinfectant that never dissipated, the pale sheets, floor, curtains, and a huge, scary room.
I tried to raise my arm and found that the infusion tube was still connected to my arm. I still couldn't help but laugh in my heart, "Are you back again? Haha, it seems I still can't escape." The sycamore outside the window was so lush that it shone with silver under the sunlight. When I was still staring out the window in a daze, we were pushed away. No need to think that it must be him.