Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

"It's...it's back again..."

The tears of poetry and wine flowed more and more, wetting his entire face.

Tears slid down her collar, wetting the sheets.

Her lips were trembling, her teeth were chattering, and she was curled up alone on the bed.

The girl was as fragile as a vase about to break.

"It hurts more than before..."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

The string, about to break, let out its last few sobs.

"Just now... just now I thought... it didn't hurt anymore..."

"I thought...I thought..."

As she spoke, she seemed to have lost all her strength.

The black-haired girl trembled and collapsed on the bed like a broken rag doll.

"But...but..."

She simply buried her face in the pillow, her body convulsing violently, as if she were experiencing some kind of pain.

Then, poetry and wine emitted suppressed, scattered sobs.

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A mournful cry.

At this moment, all that can be heard is wailing.

Only one person's suppressed sobs remained in the entire room.

And the "beep-beep" sound from the electrocardiogram monitor.

The light outside the window grew dimmer.

The dark clouds were like a huge black cloth, shrouding the whole world in shadow.

The distant sea had turned a deep, inky black.

The waves crashed against the rocks, producing a deep roar, like the howl of a wild beast.

The wind picked up.

It slipped through the window crack, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the lament of a vengeful ghost or the roar of a wild beast.

Riko Kashimoto stared blankly at the back of the figure who was curled up in a ball, hugging a pillow and crying, trembling all over.

She wanted to say something.

I want comfort, I want an apology, I want an explanation.

Anything is fine.

But she found herself unable to say anything.

My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and I couldn't utter a single word.

After a period of silence.

The crying gradually subsided.

Perhaps it's because the body can no longer withstand this kind of strain.

Poetry and Wine huddled on the hospital bed, clutching a pillow, looking like a wounded little animal, curled up into a ball.

She no longer makes any sound, only occasionally her body twitches.

Riko Kashimoto looked at the thin figure from behind, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

"Poetry and wine..."

She spoke very softly, afraid of disturbing the fragile things.

But poetry and wine offered no response.

It didn't even budge its ears.

The girl lay quietly curled up on the bed, like a soulless shell.

Riko Kashimoto opened her mouth, wanting to continue speaking.

But the words stuck in his throat.

She suddenly realized that saying anything at this moment would be futile.

A deathly silence fell over the room.

The electrocardiogram monitor was still beeping.

The wind picked up and rattled against the windowpane, making a pattering sound. Something was knocking on the door, trying to come in.

Time passed slowly in silence.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

As Riko Kashimoto watched the retreating figures of Shi Yu Jiu, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within her.

She wanted to do something, but didn't know what she could do.

The woman with light gold eyes opened her mouth several times, but ultimately said nothing.

Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.

Although the high fever has subsided, my body is still extremely weak.

The emotionally charged conversation just now had almost exhausted her last bit of strength.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She tried hard to stay awake and continue looking at the poems and wine, but her body wouldn't obey her.

My consciousness began to blur, and my vision began to sway.

Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

My breathing became even.

On another bed.

Poetry and wine remained in their original positions, motionless.

The girl opened her eyes.

His dark eyes stared blankly at the white wall.

6:25 PM.

The moment when darkness first begins to fall during the day.

Before dawn, the moon began to thin, and the stars were hidden behind thick clouds.

The whole world was shrouded in thick darkness.

The hospital corridors were deserted, with only a few emergency lights casting a faint glow.

The nurses on duty at the nurses' station were dozing off at their desks.

Riko Kashimoto turned over in her sleep, mumbling something in her sleep.

Then, she groggily opened her eyes.

It was still pitch black outside the window, with no light in sight.

She paused for a few seconds before realizing it must still be late at night.

She wanted to turn over and continue sleeping, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She abruptly turned her head to look at the hospital bed next to her—

It is... empty.

The sheets were flat and the blankets were folded neatly, as if no one had ever slept on them.

The muddy shoes next to the bedside table are also gone.

Poetry and wine are gone.

Riko Kashimoto was instantly wide awake, all her sleepiness vanishing in an instant.

She struggled to sit up, wanting to get out of bed to look for it.

But the movement was too hasty, aggravating the body that had not yet fully recovered, and a wave of dizziness struck.

She held onto the edge of the bed, took several deep breaths, and forced herself to calm down.

'Cellphone...yes, call first...'

She instinctively reached for the bedside table, wanting to grab her phone.

But when I reached around the bedside table, there was nothing there.

My phone is gone too.

Riko Kashimoto froze, then suddenly remembered—when she was being carried away by Poetry and Wine, her phone should still be in the dormitory.

She didn't bring it with her at all.

"Damn it..."

She bit her lip, struggled to get out of bed, and walked barefoot onto the cold floor, step by step toward the door.

The corridor remained empty.

nobody.

Only a few dim nightlights cast sparse shadows.

Just over ten minutes ago.

Poetry and Wine slowly raised her head, her movements very gentle, afraid of disturbing others.

The black horse ears twitched slightly, keenly picking up the sounds in the room.

On the hospital bed next to her, Riko Kashimoto's breathing was even, and she would occasionally utter soft murmurs in her sleep.

This one has fallen asleep.

Poetry and Wine slowly and stiffly sat up.

The pain shot through her body like an electric current, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

The girl threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

The chill emanating from the floor pierced straight to the bone.

She touched the pair of muddy, almost falling-off shoes next to the bedside table and hesitated for a moment.

I put it on in the end.

The soles of the shoes were cracked, and the uppers were soaked and softened by the rain, but it was still better than going barefoot.

She stood up, swayed, and almost fell.

Poetry and Wine held onto the edge of the bed, took a few deep breaths, and forced themselves to stand firm.

Then she walked step by step toward the door.

She pushed the door open, and the hinges creaked slightly.

Poetry and Wine held their breath, waited a few seconds, and only continued walking out after confirming that Riko Kashimoto had not been awakened.

The corridor was quiet.

The dim yellow nightlights cast sparse shadows, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.