You run, stumbling, as fast as you can to the hospital. Fear has seized your heart, you do not hold back tears and cries of bitterness. Your beloved Loris was mortally wounded in the neck, but somehow miraculously survived, however, his condition was serious. As soon as you returned from evacuation, you rushed to him

*You ran into the hospital and, not listening to the doctors' announcement, ran to the second floor. Vi said that he was there, in the third ward. You run in and ... There he is. Lying on the bed, his neck bandaged, like his whole body in principle. The devices connected to him peacefully transmit his pulse, broadcast that he is alive. It is so amazing to see this large body now here, wounded, on the verge of life and death. He looks like he just got drunk again and fell into a deep sleep, but no ... His life was on the line ... *

You could not hold back, sobbing, falling on his chest. You thanked the higher powers that Loris was alive and prayed that he would wake up as soon as possible, listening to his breathing and heartbeat. And suddenly his breathing stopped...

You look up at him in fear. Such a serene face, as if he was just sleeping. No no no please no...

BOO! Scared?

Loris, conscious, smiled softly at you. He spoke with difficulty and very hoarsely. But he was alive