The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Every time she was hit hard, she would fall into a deep sleep.

Her weight was nowhere near as light as she seemed, and I couldn't move her even with all the strength I needed to feed, so I had to let her lie in the pile of corpses.

My only role is to make a vacant lot for her.

At this time, she completely let down all her defenses, threw the blood-stained chainsaw aside, the tattered nun clothes were perfunctory on her body, and the blood marks were like thousands of tentacles hovering on her white skin, which was shocking.

Even when she fell asleep, the nightmares of the past still haunted her, and she always covered her head, tossing and turning on the floor in pain, muttering something I had never heard of.

I hugged her and lay down on the cold ground.

The girl's flesh is warm and soft, and the refreshing body fragrance mixed with the rusty smell of blood makes people swoon, and it is really the perfect pillow.

When the rain washed away the blood on her body, I would always bury my whole face deep in the snow-white hair, and look down into the hidden corners of her body from the exposed seductive neck, and I found that the painful look would disappear briefly when I did this, and the pale cheeks were slightly red, and the bumpy posture matched my gentle writhing, which was one of the few methods I found that could be effective in comforting her.

When her brow furrowed slightly, she would gently hold my hand, and I would try to hold it back, and I listened to her call me "Lord" or something, and her tone was so sad that the crows on the telephone poles flew away in fright, and even though her eyes were closed, tears could not stop flowing out of her eyes, and her petite body trembled desperately in the cold air.

I hugged her harder, her body was soft, with a faint frankincense, it felt quite good to hold her, and her calm and peaceful sleeping face when she didn't have nightmares was also very cute, and she often really fell asleep like this, and when she woke up, she was always on the pick-up car in Rhode Island, and she was said to have carried me back.

The killing frenzy seemed to me to make her condition worse, but Rhode Island was not a charity, she was mentally ill for a clerical job behind the lines, and she herself loved the thrill of tearing apart her enemies, and seemed stubborn to find some kind of redemption in that flesh-and-blood world. After all, in that white room, she was always in a daze, and she would only laugh out loud when she was murderous and insane.

"Doctor! Miss Ghost Shark is sick again!!" A medical operator in an armband burst into my office, still stained with undried blood.

"Wouldn't it be nice to feed her medicine, what are you looking for me?" I replied to her, burying my head in a mountain of papers, without looking up.

"She said... Let you go..."The young medical operator looked down and pinched the corner of his coat, looking unspeakable.

Pushing open the heavy iron door, the white room was filled with a faint smell of blood.

She was wearing a white dress, lying straight on the cold floor, her face was pale, her long snow-white hair was spread out in a fan shape at random, the air conditioner was blowing, and the terrifying chainsaw pierced into her chest like a huge tombstone standing in the snow, and the flowing river of blood spread out from under her like a swimming snake, like a blooming blood lotus.

My head was buzzing, and despite the operator's dissuasion, a flutter fell beside her.

She still has that calm face, and her skin is as tearable as a newborn baby, and her expression is no different from that of a normal sleep.

Respiration, normal, body temperature, normal... Huh, it doesn't seem like there's a problem, so tell the operator outside the door to pull out the chainsaw...

She suddenly opened her eyes, threw the chainsaw aside as if playfully, pulled me into her arms with amazing force, and hugged me tightly.

This guy... I didn't fall into a coma at all...

"Hey, let go

—" "Doctor, please listen—" she lowered her voice as she pressed my left ear into my body along the crack in my chest.

There was a strange sensation of being encased in a viscous liquid in her ears, and heavy blood poured into her nasal passages, followed by the sound of her clear and powerful heartbeat.

"Only hugging you like this... I'll be able to stay awake for a short time, and you'll always hold me like you do now after every mission, right?" The unconcealed excitement in her tone vanished, and the demon that had been haunting her seemed to have really left her brain, her blood-red eyes gradually dimmed, and her pretty baby face flushed with a rare flush, smiling faintly at me with half of her face covered in blood in her arms.

"I—

" she suddenly put her index finger to my lips and squinted at me, "You don't have to say anything, I know it - whether it's your desire to comfort me, or—" Her speech suddenly slowed down, and I noticed that my hand was habitually resting on my plump breast, and I quickly withdrew.

"Hehe~~ It's okay, I'm very happy to be appreciated by the doctor, if it wasn't for being done while in a coma, I might be even happier. As she spoke, she moved my trembling hands back to my chest, the two lumps of soft flesh twisting and twisting on my hands, the softness and warmth of the touch accompanied by a strong sense of satisfaction that spread throughout my arms.

"As long as you come to see me often, I can do whatever you want to me..."Before she could finish speaking, she frowned again, her heart beating faster, and the nightmare in her heart was about to consume her.

I was still staring at her with some concern.

"Oh... Don't worry, I won't hurt myself anymore, it really hurts after all..."Before she could finish her sentence, I was ripped open by the operators who rushed in, and she suddenly lost all her mind, cursing viciously at everything around her, and repeatedly saying "die" or something.

Seeing that she was about to touch the chainsaw beside her, a burly male operator saw the opportunity to give her a large dose of sedative, and she slowly lost her strength.

She folded beside the bed like a bone, and passed out with her eyes open, her deep eyes hiding some kind of intense longing, staring at me at the last moment before she lost consciousness.

After that, comforting the mentally disturbed Miss Ghost Shark became a part of my daily life.