"That medicine, I gave you one pill," Jiutiao Meijie said.
Dubian Che picked up the tofu from his own bowl, "Here, Meijie, for you."
Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him.
They practiced a shared meal system; whatever Dubian Che had, both of them had; whatever Dubian Che didn't have, they also had.
Jiutiao Meijie and Kiyono Lin finished their portions, and finally, they ate the fruit; they hadn't eaten all day either.
It was a little past midnight; they had been worried all day, had their meal, rested a little, and then went back to their places.
The room lights were off, submerged in total darkness.
Dubian Che lay in bed, the blanket covered only up to his lower abdomen, his head resting on his left hand, staring at the ceiling for a while.
The surroundings were silent, the moonlight flowing through.
It seemed he could hear the croaking of frogs, unsure whether it was the nostalgia for his hometown or if there really were frogs around the hospital.
