The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Amiya had no other scars on her body except for minor frostbite and abrasions, but even after the trauma was healed, the shattering of the ring still put a lot of pressure on her, whether it was when she was holding her on the street before, or now watching her lie on the cold operating table, she always had a nightmarish expression on her face, and she was constantly dripping with cold sweat.

Kelsey kept staring at me, it was so scary...

"Take your hand. She turned to me with a blank face, the needle in her hand bubbling with water.

"Whew-" I hurriedly put my hands behind my back.

"Oops, it doesn't hurt. "She pulled my arm, and for a moment I thought I was going to live with a prosthetic leg for the rest of my life, but she just used the collector to take some blood and let go of me.

She took out the small vial containing the potion in her purse, dripped a little bit of my blood into it, shook it briefly, and then injected the syringe into Amiya's body.

The child's painful expression eased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

I looked at Kelsey quizzically.

"Don't ask anything. She said coldly.

I haven't even opened my mouth yet...

I can only be vague about this operation.

To sum it up, it was

just going to investigate the situation, but he was accidentally discovered and forced to fight, and he barely escaped when he fought and retreated, as for w... It can only be said that it was picked up on the road.

After the messy action report, I came to visit Amiya, who was still unconscious.

The drunken sun shines through the glass window on the wall, and I sit in front of Amiya's bed, gently holding her hand.

It was a small beige room, with only a few pieces of furniture necessary for daily life, and it looked very plain. The room was well organized and tidy. Several dolls on the bed were arranged in a small semicircle around her, and the quilt with carrot motifs gently rested on her.

The child slept peacefully, even though her face was still a little pale, but the look of pain was evidently gone, and she closed her eyes softly, and her young breasts rose and fell rhythmically.

I couldn't help poking her round cheeks,

her eyes struggling to open a slit, her azure pupils dilated from weakness, but she still tried to focus on trying to see me, she coughed, wanted to say something, but her throat was dry, and she could only make a faint breath sound.

"You're going to sleep. Her

other hand slowly covered the back of my hand.

"No... Affair...... The staccato words flowed from her shriveled lips, so faint that I had to put my face to her lips to barely hear them.

She tried to squeeze out a smile, but the twitching corners of her mouth with weakness betrayed her helplessness at the moment.

Tears finally burst out of her eyes, and she didn't have the strength to wipe them, so she could only let them flow down her cheeks.

She sniffed slightly, her shoulders trembling slightly from choking.

"Yes... Excuse me—" She tried to speak, but could only let out a faint whimper, helpless and fragile like a wounded little beast.

This guy probably feels guilty, but I'm really not good at coaxing children...

I could only hug her and touch her back perfunctorily.

She cried so hard that her breathing became rapid, and she hugged me tightly, her slender body trembling slightly, as if this was the only way to find a little comfort.

After a while, she seemed to finally get tired of crying, and her breathing became weak and slow.

"Amiya, it's almost time to—"

She kissed me softly on the cheek, a look of relief, her exhausted body collapsed to the point where she could no longer support her wakefulness, and she collapsed into my arms and fell into a deep sleep.

I could only continue to hold her hand and sit quietly on the edge of the bed.