Then how much, I would have thought.
"Time to go home"
It was Krew Lol's words that brought Krew's consciousness back to reality. The calm, slow, chewy and inclusive way of speaking is from the late caring for Crewe.
"Maria is also worried. Let's go home and talk slowly, even with warm things in our mouths.... and make Maria angry if you make her wait too long"
"Krew, Lol. But is Grandma Maria angry, scared"
"Scary"
The teacher and Krew laughed when they answered without saying a word and clapped their shoulders.
See you later.
Crewe pressed his temples and leaned down. I felt it many times today, the floor shaking, the vision bending, the odd feeling.
"What's up?
Krewlol, who noticed Krew's anomaly, asks, but Krew couldn't answer immediately. I can't lift my dripping neck. support your body about the arm-by-arm table,
"Hey, I feel"
"Mr. Crewe, are you okay?... Let's get a doctor."
The teacher says, I'm leaving the room.
Not so much, a little rest will heal. Yes, I told you, the voices that have been plundered disappear before they reach their ears. I had a cloudy cough and a hurried up crew lol went around my desk to come next to Crewe saying, "Are you okay," but I really didn't want you to come.
Because experience has shown me what's coming in.
Round your back, twice, three times. I hold my mouth in haste, but - I can't help myself. Crew lol picked up what slipped between his fingers and rolled out instead.
Blue, gem.
"... this is"
"We..."
I can see he's breathtaking, and it's a lot more bloody.
In the air where he even remembered the chill, Crewe circled his crummy shaking head. Give me a reason. Explain - but he said, "You don't have to think about it now," while holding the gem. Though he seemed to have managed to put up with the question.
"... your body matters now. Would it be easier to lie down?"
Crewe did not answer, he glanced forward and put his cheek on the table. It's cold and pleasant. Close your eyes and thin darkness will spread. Oh, I want to stay asleep...
When I thought so, suddenly.
I heard a voice.
"Oh. Oh, oh..."
That's not teacher or crew lol. But somewhere, a voice I've heard.
Don't sleep, Reason said. When I raised my eyelid, I saw black. Same color I saw one day. Though I don't think I heard the door open, 'she' in the robe was indoors at some point.
She said, "It's okay, ma'am?," he asked Crewe. Touch Crewe's forehead and say "hot".
"You..."
"Hi. You seem to have a fever. This child has been sick for a long time, when the environment changes."
"What does this mean!
crew lol asked, showing a cobble holding a gem. A low, deep, rough voice that sounds all over the room, and possibly even outside the room. Am I angry? To who? - I spit out jewels, to myself?
When Crewe said, I'm sorry, for some reason Crew Lol's expression seemed sadly distorted.
Her voice tone is calm but slightly tense. It seemed like he was trying to identify trends in crew lol.
"Though I could call him here, faster than the railroad, faster than the carriage?
With him, I wonder who. Is he a doctor?
Although not a soothing conversation, Crew Lol doesn't seem to be suspicious of her being a sudden visitor. It's as if I've known her for a long time.
And Kruelol seems to have figured out who her 'he' indicates.
"... call it"
"Exchange conditions. Don't ask me about it."
The fingers that were touching my forehead separated and indicated something. Crew lol's palm - Crew's spitting gem. Though I didn't hear any response from Kruelol, apparently the terms of that exchange were in place.
When she could see she was about to leave the scene, Crewe hurried and called her nickname.
"Fansion,......!
A friend's thinker, the one you're looking for. I met him one day, Crewe's benefactor.
Experience school. Store owner Sputnik. The crying face of Ilaja. Thinkers. Fiancée. Wizard...... a lot goes around in Crewe's head, twirling, twirling. There's so much I want to tell her, so much I want to tell her, I don't know what to tell her from, my eyeballs get hot.
Although.
"You don't have to think about it, it's okay"
A grain of white light zeroes from her palm.
A drop of light danced in front of Crewe. Fluffy, comfortable drowsiness and a twinge on my head. I want to tell you a lot about Crewe, I want to hear it, I want to know it. And yet, she won't allow it.
Shortly before his consciousness went out, Crewe was the last one to ask...
A soft, gentle, sweet whisper like a yarn ball. But it's not what Crewe wants right now, words.
'Cause I'll protect you.'