Nei Bogui slept peacefully. His face was as calm as a windless lake.
It's just that... There are too many helpless compulsions behind those seemingly peaceful things.
Just like his peaceful sleeping face, it was just an illusion given by the sedatives.
Moriuchi knocked on the door of the duty room.
The doctor on duty looked up and saw Moriuchi and called him in. "Taka, why aren't you home so late?"
Moriuchi closed the door and locked it quietly, then sat down next to him and said softly: "Toru, show me the examination report of Hiroki Uchi and Hiroshi Kusano since he was admitted to the hospital."
"Well, haven't you already seen it?" The young doctor made a confused expression.
"Haha." Moriuchi sneered, approached the man, and clamped his wrist: "Your acting skills are still too poor. That is just a fake version, don't think you can deceive me."
Kato stood in front of the window and saw sudden raindrops hitting the transparent glass, then blurring the night view outside the window.
The seemingly fragile water droplets slowly sank along the glass, like countless tears.
Sighing and closing the curtains, Kato suddenly felt that his heart became entangled and painful under the hazy night, and he frowned and found it difficult to calm down. I don't know how many more nights like this we can rely on each other to keep each other warm. Thinking of Akanishi who left in a hurry and Ueda whose life or death was uncertain, Kato felt a chill and couldn't help but pull the collar of his pajamas.
The faint sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.