Chapter 1011 Escape from the Dark
Pain is a silent companion.
It lurks quietly deep in Anson's spine, like a cunning fox, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
At first, the pain was just vague, like a thin needle inadvertently piercing the skin, and then quickly retreated. It was more like harassment than torture.
A kind of irritability.
However, as time passed, the pain became more frequent and persistent, and gradually evolved into a searing electric current that penetrated the back. The muscles wherever it went were completely tense and twitching, and the sharp and tricky pain penetrated into the five internal organs. In the six organs, every breath seems to be spitting out flames.
Not only a struggle, but also suffering.
But what’s worse is being unable to move.
My whole body was frozen in place, letting the pain surge one after another. Every time I tried to move, it was like carrying an invisible mountain on my back. Under the heavy pressure, my spine let out a weak groan. It was a kind of The cold and ruthless existence was invisible and shadowless, but it reminded him all the time——
The pain never goes away.
In the endless darkness, he tried to find some sleep, even if it was just a brief moment of respite, to temporarily get rid of the entanglement and torture of pain, but the pain was entangled like a ghost, and he could not get rid of it, constantly stimulating the tired and sleepy body in the endless darkness. Nerves,
Every move is a short but fierce battle, leaving only deep fatigue and helplessness.
Obviously the body and spirit are exhausted to the extreme, but they still cannot completely calm down. They are pulled and wandered back and forth between half asleep and half awake. The soul seems to be torn into countless pieces, floating and sinking in the boiling magma. Bit by bit, they disintegrated into endless pain.
Five minutes? Or ten minutes?
Or ten hours?
Anson had lost his judgment. In a daze, time seemed meaningless. He was holding a breath in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it. Even swallowing a mouthful of saliva seemed to be an impossible task.
Finally, it evolved into a dry cough.
Anson coughed twice in embarrassment. He thought it was an earth-shattering cough, but there was only a little noise in his throat; however, his eyelids finally opened, and a faint light broke in like an uninvited guest. Come on, it stings slightly, and is forgotten in a blink of an eye.
Because there was an electric shock-like numbness and tingling sensation in the tail vertebra again.
"Oh...ahem..."
The cry of pain was cut off and turned into a cough again. This made Anson dumbfounded. He couldn't even cry out in pain. What kind of ridiculous situation was this?
"...Anson."
"Anson."
A call came to my ears, softly, lest I disturb Anson; but I couldn't control my excitement. And looking forward to it, I couldn't help calling for confirmation.
There is no need to look at the expressions, just the voice reveals too much emotion.
Anson twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and half-closed his eyes, "Luka, there is no need to be so careful, lest I disturb butterflies. I should be able to cause trouble for a few more years. As the saying goes, bad guys usually have more tenacity."
Lucas looked at Anson with worry, a breath stuck in his throat, feeling ridiculous and depressed, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“You actually have the energy to make jokes as soon as you wake up, it seems like it’s nothing serious.”
Anson looked over following the voice, finally opened his eyes, focused, and then saw Lu Cass stood neatly at the end of the hospital bed, with an expressionless face and a cold aura, always remaining calm amidst the chaos.
Sure enough, just like Lucas.
However, Anson noticed that Lucas's fingers were trembling, trembling slightly unconsciously, like a cramp, leaking a little panic.
Lucas looked down following Anson's gaze, and finally noticed his fingers. He quickly clenched his fists and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.
When he raised his head again, Lucas saw Anson showing a faint smile.
"I'm fine."
Just such a short sentence almost completely defeated Lucas.
Lucas turned his head slightly in embarrassment and shifted his gaze, avoiding Anson's gaze.
"Wait a minute, what did the doctor say? He did say that I'm fine, right?"
Lucas:... He couldn't control the corner of his mouth and twitched slightly. Anson is still the same Anson. , even though the one lying down now is Anson, he still doesn't forget to joke.
Anson noticed the change in Lucas's expression, but he was slightly disappointed.
"Hey, are you preparing to audition for 'Frozen' when you look like Elsa?"
Lucas couldn't hold it back after all, "Anson Wood!"
As soon as he turned his head, Lucas saw Anson's grinning face. His anger had not had time to explode, but in a blink of an eye he turned into worry and panic.
However, he then saw Anson secretly opening his eyes to look at Lucas's expression, which made Lucas angry and funny.
"Anson, this is no joke." Lucas reprimanded.
Anson, "I know. So, should I start crying now? If I shed tears here, you will probably collapse."
Lucas:...
Anson grinned A proud smile, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh. Just as he smiled, there was another numbness in his lumbar spine.
A little painful, a little hot, a little sharp.
It's not obvious or intense, but it's always there, and a small circle of muscles around the back becomes stiff.
Anson's eyebrows frowned again.
Lucas noticed it immediately. Even though he had just been fooled once, he still firmly believed, "I asked the doctor to reduce the dose of analgesics to prevent your body from being unable to bear it and you need to increase the dose. "
Lucas's words were unclear and he didn't speak clearly.
Anson suddenly understood: Lucas should know his situation——
Anson has not forgotten how he traveled through time, the powder remaining on the toilet seat, and this Some of the withdrawal reactions left in the body are proving the absurd history of this skin in every aspect.
However, Anson has not touched anything in the past few years. Even cigarettes and alcohol have been controlled, and his physical condition has completely recovered.
However, Lucas is still a little worried.
Painkillers can also be addictive. In recent years, the number of deaths caused by OxyContin addiction has remained high and is getting worse.
Lucas didn’t say it clearly, and Anson didn’t intentionally pierce the window paper.
Otherwise, it would be more troublesome to explain why he had a new look.
"Let's do this for now. I need to get familiar with this situation." Anson replied vaguely, "Luca, you didn't tell your parents, did you?"
Lucas:...
Anson couldn't believe it, "Luca, you!"
Lucas deliberately glared at Anson, "This is a big deal, how can you not tell them? Dad is rushing back from Zurich, and mom should be at Kennedy soon Landing."
Anson wailed, "That's what I'm worried about."
Lucas felt frustrated for a while, "Anson Wood, shouldn't you be worried about your own health? Are you worrying about your parents here?"
"Because you are always making a fuss! Even every little thing is done collectively. , Nothing happened, but my parents will definitely ground me again."
"A small thing? This is a small thing? God, Anson, you almost..."
"But. No, isn't it? It's almost, but it's not worse."
"Isn't that bad enough?"
(End of this chapter)