Cheryl, it's okay.
Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer.
Then you will be relieved.
The food in the hospital was really bland, so I ordered takeout.
I carried a lot of food and filled the table.
The fragrant smell awakened my taste buds, and my hungry stomach finally found comfort.
I picked up the chopsticks and filled them into my stomach one by one.
When my stomach was full, my heart wouldn't feel empty.
But eating too much eventually backfired, and I leaned over the toilet in the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably.
I sat on the bathroom floor recklessly until the nurse found me.
She blamed me for not taking care of my body while secretly giving me half of her stomach-nourishing porridge.
"Miss, if you harm your body like this, your family will be worried."
Will Cheyne worry about me?
I inexplicably remembered what the doctor said that day.
"Take good care of yourself, and you can live for another two or three years."
But I had no reason to live on.
My brother hoped me to die for years.
On the day of discharge, the familiar little nurse chased after me.
She handed me a talisman.