When I saw Jack's performance, it made me angry.

Seeing him burst into tears just now, I thought he was shedding tears for me, and he moved me so much. Who knew he was mentally unbalanced. That excitement vanished in an instant. Now that he's so bossy, he's lying on my back unceremoniously, can I have no opinion?

Besides, if he has no problems with his legs and feet, it is better to walk by himself, even if I carry him on my back is better than carrying it. Although it won't be fast. In fact, I couldn't walk fast with him on my back.

However, I can't throw him off my back, and if I really fall and hurt myself, then I'm really guilty.

I turned my head and asked him carefully, "Is it okay to walk on your own?" ”

He stared at a pair of swollen eyes, and said confidently: "I'm like this, you let me go by myself." Are you still human? ”

Damn, why am I not human?! It's not my fault that I don't have vines all over my body, and it's not my fault that you have something on you! I found that the consequences of Jack's psychological imbalance this time are quite serious, and they are likely to last for a long time.

You're all like that. But I've been running on your back for a long time, why don't you say it. The problem is that he said it so justifiably that he blurted out without thinking about it at all, as if he had eaten me. I really don't know if he's trying to figure me out or if he's mentally wrong.

But I really couldn't leave him, and I couldn't figure out his true condition, so I had to carry him away depressedly.

Jack's back injury made him unable to even carry a backpack. Everything hangs on me at the moment. Two guns, the long gun sat on the back of Jack, the short gun hung on his chest, and the head and handle of the gun were each hung with a backpack. I also had to comfort myself: it would keep my balance.

But it didn't take long for me to realize that Jack was probably not pretending. I kept hearing him breathe in between his teeth, but I couldn't hear the 'click' of his teeth, but his body shook intermittently, a bit like a swing.

I asked him, "Are you cold?" ”

"Click" after a rush of teeth clashing. Jack let out a heavy, nasal "um".

It doesn't seem to be cold, and although the temperature here is very low, it is not so cold that your teeth are so cold that you can't control it. He must have wanted to say something just now, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't control his chattering teeth at all, and he couldn't speak, so he responded to me in a nasal voice.

"Give you a cigarette?" I asked Jack.

No sound. A hand reached out directly in front of my eyes. It seems that I guessed correctly, the pain of the wound made him unbearable. I admit that I have my responsibility here, I am not a professional doctor, and this surgery is not rough, but very rough.

Both backpacks are in front of me, so it's easy to find something. I quickly took out a large *hemp* cigarette and lit it in my mouth. It is estimated that he will bite into several pieces directly in his mouth.

This is the first time I have smoked a big *hemp* cigarette, and it has a strange aroma. I'm not in the mood for a recollection, though. The main thing is to reject this thing from the bottom of my heart. After lighting it, it was in Jack's hands.

The light of the cigarette butt flashed brightly in my ears and then went out. I turned my head to see that he had finished smoking a marijuana cigarette in a few puffs. It's too much of a cigarette.

This big *hemp* smoke does have a pain-relieving effect, although it is not as effective as morphine, but judging from Jack's performance, the pain is already within his tolerable range. Because Jack was finally able to speak normally again.

"The pain is not normal, have you cleaned the wound for me?"

I really don't know how to answer such a professional question. I had to explain the operation process truthfully.

“…… I cut off all the tissues that were destroyed, revealing your own textures, and bleeding. But there are some tissues at the edge of the wound that are entangled with your texture. It seems to have become one, although not deep. But it spread very much around. If you want to cut them all out, you won't have much good skin on your back, and I won't move any of them. It's going to be okay, right? ”

Jack frowned and said, "I'm afraid there's trouble." ”

I regretted it when I heard it. I knew that I would cut it cleanly, but anyway, I had already cut his back full of devastation, and I really shouldn't have left him with those hidden dangers.

"Or, use the knife again. Put those ......"

In the middle of my sentence, I felt Jack's body tremble.

"Then I don't need to, I don't know if I can get out, I don't want to suffer another sin when I die. If you can get out alive, go to the hospital for this surgery. ”

"That's... All right. "Actually, even if you use the knife again. I'm not too sure I'm going to cut him out. I'm not professional after all.

There was silence for a while. I wonder why the vines aren't rooting on my back. The explanation given to Jack is actually untenable, he was swallowed inside by a wall of green light, which must have happened after something like vines was rooted in his body. That is, when we are suspended in mid-air by the light-walled creature, its vine-like things have already burrowed into us. Including me, of course, otherwise, how could I be in mid-air at the same time as Jack.

But why do I have so little vine-like stuff on my back? And eventually it died on its own, and it didn't take root in me yet.

I can only think about these questions silently in my heart, and I definitely don't dare to share them with Jack, which will only make Jack break down again and become more psychologically unbalanced.

But I soon found out that I could only think silently and walk away silently. I heard Jack snoring. This thing actually fell asleep on my back.

I really want to cry without tears.

He woke him up because he was too tired to carry an unconscious person, but he didn't expect to fall asleep again after walking for a while. It's no different from being in a coma.

Resign yourself to your fate. I didn't wake up Jack, I guess it will be difficult to wake him up now, the operation just now was mental torture for me, and it was both physical and mental torture for him. During this period of pain relief, let him recover his mental and physical strength, and when the strength of marijuana passes, there will be others for him.

I walked slowly, but I didn't stop. I know that every time I take a break, I may lose the courage to stand up, and it is more likely that I will not have the strength to stand up. My enemies are hungry, thirsty, and cold.

Jack didn't sleep long, and I think he was woken up by the pain. Because when I woke up, I could feel him grasp my shoulders and make my back a little easier, and he didn't say a word. And gradually, he began to gasp.

I didn't offer him marijuana cigarettes or morphine this time, let him decide for himself. If he really can't help the pain, he will offer it.

To my surprise, he held back. I could even feel his body twitching because of the severe pain, and even then he didn't ask for pain relief. It seems that he knows that whether it is morphine or big *hemp* smoke, as long as there is no accident, it will be used on him. Within the limits of what he could bear, he didn't want to waste a lot of painkillers.

I have to admire Jack's tenacity. That's when I heard the sound of water.

I was stunned. I didn't feel right, I shouldn't have heard the water, I should have seen it. (To be continued......)