"Not at all."
When the doctor removed the stethoscope from his ear, he sighed as if he was frightened.
After Crewe fell asleep, the doctor was just here when he went to buy out food and came back. The general of this inn asked me to come, but there was no problem there. I let him hold some money and explained the whole situation, and then invited him into the room. but how tired Crewe was - that would be - not trying to wake up asleep. I was worried that I should wake her up even if I had to, but fortunately, the doctor said, okay. He told me to put him to sleep because I could check him out even while he was asleep.
He said he did it with a decent futon, but for some reason, Crewe's hand remains holding Sputnik's jacket. When I pulled it, I stopped taking it back because I held it in more and more so as to scratch it.
"It was a terrible thing to do. To such a young child."
The doctor's sighing-minded words bore blame for the invisible killer. but it also disappears quickly and goes back to his face as a doctor.
"As I said, there are no life-threatening wounds. No bones, no guts, no problem. Just."
"Just?"
"Some belly wounds only tell you to look for a man who understands when you're old."
I predicted there would be indelible wounds. but
"Ten years, you worry about what's ahead, I'm afraid."
"What, out of the price"
I darkly say it was extra, but the doctor responded floating without even bothering.
"If you remember, you should see a specialist doctor again when you feel better. There are no dietary problems, but try to avoid irritants and too intense flavors for a while. My stomach startles me."
"Okay."
"And then..."
At that time.
Crewe coughed up unexpectedly. It started light. That gets a little intense. As Sputnik tried to succumb, the doctor took control by hand and held her shoulder herself, rubbing her back. Hands are just as tame.
And Crewe eventually spit out what was causing the cough. I was talking ahead of time, but I guess I was half-hearted, looking at the green stone, and the doctor opens his eyes.
"This, again"
"Ugh..."
The cough affected or Crewe slowly raised his lid. Rubbing his sleeping eyes, he raises his neck. I don't seem to have noticed anything about the doctor yet. When Krew woke up first glanced near his face, he picked up the jewel that fell on his mouth and offered it to Sputnik. It is as if someone had taught him to "do so to get up and out".
I wake myself up trying to force Sputnik to give it to me, which I hardly receive. but Sputnik pressed it off.
"Don't get up. You can sleep."
"Gems... don't hit me"
"Okay, so stay asleep. See, you want to have it."
I'll take the stone from Crewe, who says he's half asleep, and give him his jacket instead. And she lay down very hard. I gripped him again and he seemed to fall asleep soon. When her breathing calmed down, she said, tears fell on her cheeks, but Sputnik doesn't know if she's having a bad dream or because she's relieved. I just wiped her tears at the hem of her gripped jacket.
Seeing her sleep, the doctor sighed again.
"I didn't know you were going to spit out gems. Totally, in a strange physique"
"Was I right?
"I'm sorry I thought you were paranoid."
I can think of a few curses, but I can manage.
"It's similar to calculosis, but I've never diagnosed a disease as spitting out ore. What are you going to do with this girl?"
"I contacted the Jewelry Chamber to which I belong, so I'll talk to you first. I'm going to hire you, but I don't care what you do until I ask for your decision."
"Hard work."
Saying, he opened his bag and began to clean up his medical equipment. Looks like I stepped on my job already. Sputnik will let him grip a little more "secretly" than the cost of the treatment offered. The doctor replied, "I know," and received all the money.
I unpack, count and miss the forehead I was given. That's how the doctor slowly looked up at Sputnik.
"And then, as advice. You can leave this city early. That's for your daughter."
What do you mean, asking won't give you a clear answer. I just said, "It's a disgrace to this city," and waved it loose or something.
After dropping off the doctor, Sputnik opens the paper bag on the couch for what he just bought.
Put out the contents of the paper bag on a desk where the ocean lights are slightly lit. I was going to have a sloppy lunch, but I thought it might be closer to dinner, one way or another, because the sky is already stained with pearls.
A bottle of cheap grappa and some bread. Open the lid of the bottle, put your mouth on it and leave it hanging.... I was concerned about the feeling past my throat, and, uh, the alcohol content.
I look at the notation on the bottle, but could not find the notation. Not so low, I guess. Sputnik is not vulnerable to alcohol - I'm confident that I'll let him get drunk with sweet words and crush him with alcohol - but he's not as good as that 'sister' Spiritus is always equipped with at home.
Sister. Well, what happened to that letter? Have you left this city yet to arrive? I think about that, grabbing the bread with a little booze. It's the melon bread I bought, this one doesn't taste bad...
I kept liquoring alone with that in mind, and eventually when the drunkenness came around,
"Mm..."
Unexpectedly, I heard a groan.
Do your gaze on the bed. He even said he didn't know where this place was, with his upper body up and staring at him. Eventually, "Phew," he throated, and when his face distorted anxiously, Sputnik spoke to her.
Are you awake?
And turned this way like it was bounced. It seemed to take a while for the humans there to recognize someone, but in conjunction with the jacket of their own gripping man, they seem to have remembered the current situation. Eventually when I got out of bed, I walked over here, pulling my jacket over, next to the couch, and somehow, again, I lowered my back to the floor. I'm staring up at this one.
I don't know why you like the floor so much - whatever that reason is, I also feel very bad about eating while looking at my daughter sitting on the floor. I held him up and let him sit on the couch, tilting his neck wonderfully.
I glance around for a moment, look at the bottle I put on my desk, and squeal.
"Drinks......"
"You can't do that."
The doctor said not to use irritants. Without it, he wouldn't even be his age in the first place. Sputnik drew the bottle and took it out of her reach.
Go sadly to the frowning crew and open the lid of grape juice you bought instead and give it to them. Seeing where I received it happily, he was apparently thirsty. but
"Fu."
Momentum tipped the bottle too well, and the juice off my mouth seemed to get into my nose. I hurriedly let go of the bottle and laughed out loud at Crewe's repeated appearance of Peugeot and Peugeot sneezing. Damn, he's restless.
"You want some?"
I'll give you the melon bread in half. When she stuffed the bread all over her mouth as if it were a squirrel, she chewed hard and then groaned with a face that she said was senseless.
"Yummy......"
"Ah. It's been a while since I thought it would taste good too."
I'll tell Klu, who will grab the melon bread. What do you like about melon bread, stories about the unsavory melon bread you used to eat, etc. One day the goal is to set up a shop in a city with a delicious restaurant of melon bread, etc. The crew snorts and listens to such crap is funny, and when it comes to layers of crap, the story strangely progressed.
but inadvertently, Crewe's dietary hand stops. And he also repeatedly coughed up - what came out of his throat is still glittering. Sputnik thought it was time to get used to seeing it myself.
But. Seeing that, there was someone whose expression was clearly strong. It's Crewe himself.
Did you hurt your throat with a cough?
"Is it painful? - Have a drink."
"Me too."
But it didn't seem that way.
When I tried to offer him a bottle of juice, he pounded, Crewe said. Keep looking down at what you spit out, with a blind face, a vain voice, and continue.
"Me too, every day, delicious, lots... lots of days, good,. But"
Are emotions ahead, or the words that follow are slightly disturbing. But not so much that I didn't understand what I was trying to say. Thin arms and shoulders. Sometimes I rub my back as I listen to her words that are clogged but pompous and zero.
"This is what comes out of this, because, so... everybody, I get scared, because. I... don't want it, guys..."
"... you don't like this physique"
Defeat your neck forward deep and deep. Krew leaned down as he did, silently chewing, and crying.
Eventually, you're tired of crying, and Krew's head starts to shake again. Watching that, Sputnik's eyelids got heavier too. Has the drunkenness progressed, though I don't remember drinking that much. When I looked at the liquor bottle as I thought, I did this one less than half of the time.
Outside the window is dyed blue at some point, and the room is lit with little lights of ocean lights.
One small gem that fell on the couch. Sputnik picks it up and puts it in front of the ocean lights at his desk. When I twisted the switch on the ocean lamp and turned off the lights, the gem also lost its shine. The room is dark, just by the window, luminous and bright in the moonshadow.
Leaning over here and falling asleep, Crewe hung an example jacket. I release my arms on the back of the couch as I am, looking up at the ceiling on my back, closing my eyes in the dark.
- The next thing that woke him up was the rough, knocking noise.