Don't Think About Death

The pungent smell of the medicine pervaded the whole room, and drops from the infusion bag hanging on the stand were slowly dripping rhythmically. The liquid medicine was slowly injected into the body of the woman lying on the bed through the fine tube. The needle was stuck on the back of the girl's hand. The bed was very narrow, so narrow that only one person could lie on it. But the bed and the room were so clean and appeared spotless. The white and spotless sheet made the woman on the bed look paler. She looked so weak and pale that she looked like she could disappear with the wind. Beside the bed stood a man wearing a half mask. Under his mask, the man's gaze looked wary and angry. He looked at the woman carefully, like he was trying to scan through her. Just as he was staring at her, the woman suddenly frowned and opened her red lips, muttering, "Jack, Jackie..." As soon as she called out his name, the man's strong body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at her more fiercely.