She smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant and lay on the hospital bed listening to the sound of dripping water.
There seems to be an uncontrollable restlessness in the throat, like thirst but dryness.
"Don't move, don't move..."
"I'm just going to check you out, oh no! Don't move."
In front of him was a doctor in pale clothes, speaking thoughtful and gentle words.
He held up a bottle of potion and looked at her tremblingly. He is afraid.
What's wrong with her?
There is a constant burst of power in his bones.
She wanted to escape, go to a strange place, do strange things, and be a stranger to herself.
However,
There is no escape for a person who has nowhere to go and has been abandoned by his lover.
That's just called wandering at best.