Lying on the hospital bed where I had slept for a few days, the familiar smell of disinfectant seemed to have become a used perfume, and I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

To be honest, I hate hospitals, and I don't like white sheets and white quilts even more. None of the clothes were white.

Of course, this is not to say that doctors are all disgusting, I don't hate doctors, it's just these whites.

This hate is limited to the white of the fabric.,The white of the manuscript paper makes me feel a little relieved.,It's a strange character to think about.。

It may be that a kind of firing condition has been formed, and as long as you see the white cloth, you will reflexively feel disgusted and depressed, which is a situation that cannot be changed in any way.

And until now, I lied -- deceived Minoru, deceived Sayou, deceived the overseer, deceived everyone, and ended up in such a situation, which is really ironic.

Actually, I didn't lie in the hospital because I had a problem with my right hand, which was just one of the strictest parts.

My health is very poor, my body is weak, this is the real situation, as for what kind of disease I suffered, I still don't know, my parents and family have always kept it a secret from me.

Obviously, excessive questioning will only cause misfortune for them and myself, so I will not continue to ask questions, no matter what kind of illness is acceptable.

In the past, I remember that my grandmother was the same as me, always lying in bed because of various illnesses, and my grandfather waited on the sidelines until the two of them died together that night.

From some conversations with my family, it seems that I have inherited my grandmother's illness and is not suitable for working outside the home.

But no one wanted to be dependent on their parents all the time, and no one wanted to be left behind, so I persuaded them to pursue the profession they were most interested in: concept artistry.

Relying on medicine can maintain the health of the body, and the disease does not lead to the inability to move the right hand. However, as time goes on, the disease becomes resistant to the drug and begins to lose its effect.

My right hand lost sensation, and then it was my left's turn, and the crazy illness began to erode my body, as if everything had become black, and the world was plunged into infinite darkness.

I was going to continue the rest of the work because I didn't want to cause trouble to everyone, so I didn't realize that I had done anything until I passed out at home and was taken to the hospital.

His stubbornness has become the source of everyone's trouble, and the remaining large amount of work cannot be completed in a short period of time.

In addition, it's the season of the new hit. Presumably, many companies don't have the external resources to accept the outsourced work, so it is difficult to complete the original paintings.

Originally, it was intended to reduce everyone's trouble, but now it has become the biggest problem.

This is a mistake that belongs to me, a mistake that I know very well.

Sometimes I have inexplicable delusions, which I remember academically calling Fregoli Delusional Syndrome, which is schizophrenia. The patient believes that many or even all people around him, whether they are acquaintances or strangers, are in fact the same person in disguise, and that person is someone who wants to persecute him.

Of course. I can't be so severe, it's just something like that.

Instead of thinking that everyone is going to harm themselves, I often have the illusion that everyone will be left behind and go to a distant place in an instant.

After all, I like the people of [NG Animation Club] very much, and I went through that incident. A lot has changed in everyone, but even so, I think there is a possibility that it will change back.

As long as this time the zuò is successful, as long as everyone can work together to complete the zuò, the cracks can be filled.

However, because of my mistakes and my stubbornness. The whole system may stop halfway through......

Why? Why did such a condition happen to me?

The whole body has almost no strength to move, and there is a needle for infusion in his right hand, and he remembers that he is delivering nutrient solution.

I really want to reach out and rip them all off. Then pick up your paintbrush again.

I don't think I'm a great person, I don't think I'm a creator, but I want to make things that bring happiness or other emotions to people.

Anyone who has thought so about it, wants to create something that everyone knows.

It's like standing on stage and saying your name to the audience, which is the most exciting.

But it's a pity that it's hard to move such a body, and I don't know what will happen in the future, and I will be hated by everyone because of my relationship?

Like those who struggle to go to the cliffs to pick herbs and are rejected by others, I may be staying here with such a twisted heart.

From being hospitalized a few days ago to now, many parents, aunts, and uncles have come to see me.

It's a shame to be an adult now, but to worry so many people.

I remember my mother said, 'There must be a limit to willfulness', and I know this kind of thing, and it is because I know that I will do such a thing, so that my willfulness can become something that can be praised by everyone.

My parents didn't think the same as my mother, and he supported what I wanted to do from the beginning, and I was sorry that I had a fight with my mother because of it.

But now it's useless to say anything, there is no regret medicine in the world, and I can't see them again.

Minoru guy even came to see me last night, is there a problem with the office?

Speaking of which, Minoru was the only one of the people who came to visit me in [NG Animation Agency], and in fact, I asked him not to tell anyone else which hospital I was in.

You must be busy, and even if you're not busy, you won't necessarily come back to see me when it's over.

Turning his head slightly, his neck made a clicking sound, isn't this sound bad for a girl?

Looking at the fluttering curtains of the window, between the windows that were opened by one decimeter, a beam of sunlight swayed in from there.

Today is a Sunday, so everyone at the office must not have a day off during this holiday.

In addition, the windows can only be opened to a decimeter in practice, after all, if they are too open, there is a risk of falling - in the seriously ill and terminally ill wards, there are insurance measures to prevent patients from jumping off the building.

But I don't even have the strength to lift my arms, so where does the strength come from to jump down to the window?

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the ward, who was it? Minoru more? Or other relatives?

After saying 'come in,' the other person pushed open the door and walked in.

Pale, emaciated, very tired, but smiling

"Yo, Mitani-san." (To be continued......)