Pseudo-orthopedics
The older brother who thinks he is straight & the younger brother who is delicate and has mental illness are about a year apart in age.
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His dry lips were slightly open, his eyes were half-closed and he was leaning on the chair by the window, his head tilted back on the white wall of the hospital. Another person sat next to him, holding his hand on the chair handle and squeezing it.
The nurse came over from the dispensing room next to her with a medicine tray, and opened the window to let the patter of rain drift in. "Keep your brother in good spirits after you go back. Generally speaking, he won't relapse."
A slight pain when the needle was inserted touched Luo Zhuyi's nerves. He cocked his neck and stared directly at the place where the needle was inserted: the blood came back a little from the needle tube, and then was washed back by the flowing medicine. He stretched out his injection hand, and his eyes were no longer as alert as before.
The two of them sat like this, Wei Nan squeezed Luo Zhuyi's hand: "We'll go home later, okay?"
The potion fell drop by drop into the dripper and flowed into the blood vessels, "tick... Tick...". I don't know when the sound of rain outside the window had stopped. The sunlight broke through the thick clouds little by little, penetrated through the window bars, shone into the medicine bottle, and reflected on Luo Zhuyi's cheeks, eyebrows, and eyelids. The rippling water spots reflected in Du An's pupils. It felt like he was alive again, as if a touch of soul stirring in his eyes had been injected.
"Go home."
The voice was not loud, Wei Nan turned his head suddenly, his hands were attached to Luo Zhuyi's hands, he heard it.
"Okay, go home!"
Intention: Walk into the darkness with you and explore the light along the way.