PitBabe series2

"What's wrong with him, bro?"

 

Dean asked, looking at Pete sitting and nodding his head like a child in front of the room while North played the teacher. Many people like to forget that he is no longer just a young racer. Although everyone's feelings are hurt, they still see North as a child who keeps having fun every day. On the other hand, he is one of the essential forces of Team X, not just a trainee, but a member who has competed in the same race with King, like Babe, many times. So, if you assign someone to help be a mentor for a business father, North is the correct answer. Of course, it is beyond expectations, but it's right.

 

"Do you mean Pete or North?" I asked jokingly. From what I can see now, nothing looks normal. The president of the big company plays the role of a trainee racer. Learn from the trainee teacher, who is known to be the most challenging on the team. Look at the shape. Today, there will be a lot of fun things to watch.

 

"With North, never mind," Dean replied while leaning his hand against the edge of the hood of the car that I was helping to customise. Since coming out, Dean has returned to practising seriously. He takes it seriously to make up for the lost time. Even though I told him to take a break during the season first, this kid made his ears against the wind. Diligently digging up the body to practice every day. Considering the gesture that indicated he would hurry to hang North, it can't just be a joke. "I mean, North, why do you suddenly want to try driving?"

 

"It's boring. Work hard until you've exhausted your energy. What are you going to do with them? Want to be Rich people?"

 

"Uncle is rich. I don't see you wanting to be a businessman." Dean frowned. I don't understand. "Or do you want it?"

 

"So, what do you think I'm doing these days?" I spoke in a loud voice while my hands were still busy.

 

Staying with Dean's talented inner child because he was put to sleep for years. The little boy is sick. He can't race in the field as fully as he should. However, I'm still unsure about the problem. "Racing is not charity; it's a business."

 

"I know, but will you call yourself a businessman?"

 

"Umm... No," I shook my head gently, imagining myself in a good-grade suit, walking and listening to the sound of leather shoes hitting the shiny tile floor every day and getting goosebumps indescribably. It's called... Uncle"

 

"It's suitable," Dean nodded in agreement. I hope he can help defend me. 'Actually, I don't look like an uncle.' Or something like that, but it is a little high.

 

"Uncle is more suitable for staying at the garage and the racetrack."

"It's like Pete, more suitable for sitting at the president's desk."

 

"But I'm not sure. He may have something. I just haven't had a chance to try it yet."

"Do you think so?"

 

"They look good at the stem unit. It looks like they should be quick-witted, too." The young rising star analysed."

 

(Seem to) has a principle, "But the most important thing is the heart. I think he can"

 

"What do you know from his heart?"

"I don't know, guess. He is always busy with something. It should be intentional. I want to accomplish something."

 

Although it seems like talking, Chen is considered quite skilled. Because only a few people know the story between Pete and Way, everyone should feel they have something in common. The most obvious is when Way died. Pete took part in every process, even though we had just got close to each other; however, no one thought to ask anything. Even if you want to ask, there are many things to ask. Why did he cry at Way's funeral? Why did he beg to keep everything of Way with X Hunter? But everyone in the team chose to act as if it were nothing. I just realised that there was 'something' going on.

 

"There must be something on your mind." I chose to answer broadly. Even though I know what's in my heart, it's not my duty to announce to the world. "Let it go. Whatever you want to do, could you do it? You'll go crazy."

 

"It must be like that," Dean nodded in agreement. "But are you sure you'll give it to me? North is watching alone."

 

"There shouldn't be a problem."

"Do you recognise North?"

"Are you going to say that your friend is stingy?" I laughed.

"Oh, I'm not talking about the skill." Dean waved his hand and denied it. "Talking about the fire"

 

"I know it." I leaned back to stand up straight. I secretly massaged my back and waist after bending down and looking up in an unusual position for an extended period. I don't know how many years I've been working like this. My body is still not used to it. Or really, because I've been doing it for too long, until the body started to protest. I'm not sure about this. "In the past two years, it's not just you who've grown up."

 

"Is it much better?" Dean just laughed and glanced at me a little before looking back at North, who earnestly explained the basics of driving.

 

"It's a lot," I replied. I couldn't help but be proud of my brother. "You have to keep up with it."

 

"I'm speeding up the machine here."

"I'll wait to see."

 

Dean now and Dean two years ago are almost no different in ambition. He is a child who constantly looks up and pedals himself. But what is different, and I am most pleased with it, is that now Dean can genuinely appreciate the beauty of the competition.

 

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"Ready?"

"I'm always ready."

 

I answered Dr Chris without thought before getting up and sitting in the chair for injections. And because of my moodiness today, I chose to wear a hoodie instead of a T-shirt that would be easy to raise. So I had to take off my shirt so that the doctor could stick the needle in my upper arm. Taking off my shirt in front of a large group of people is embarrassing. Even if it were a person, if he knew that I took off my shirt in front of Liu, Babe would have set me on fire along with this building.

 

"The arm is feeble," Dr Chris said while using an alcohol-soaked cotton swab to clean my upper arm. That said, it was pitiful that it should still be visible as traces of the previous injection. Everyone should receive the general vaccine. After injecting for less than an hour, it can hardly be seen where a needle has pricked it. However, without the drug we are inventing, many versions are pretty severe. Not only are there side effects after the injection, but some make the injection site swollen like a fire ant bite for hours. Some make my arm. 

 

The purple-green is scary (which I injected the day I left Babe waiting in the middle of the car. In addition to making the green arm, the result is no longer a problem, and some leave a mark. It's been a long time, so it's not strange that Dr Chris will pity my arm's condition. "Find someone else."

 

"No," I answered immediately.

 

"I told you," Liu, who was standing to wash the lab equipment not far away, said. The calm posture seemed not to pay attention, but her ears always listened. And most importantly, her mouth is always ready to work.

 

"Charlie likes to be a hero."

"I don't want to be a hero."

 

"So what do you want to be, an experiment?" Dr Chris said in a smooth voice. His hand slowly poked the needle into my arm. Compared to the previous needles I had been hit with, he is considered a doctor with very light hands. I could hardly feel a small needle stuck in my arm until the doctor began to press the medicine here.

 

"Oh...."

"Does it hurt?"

 

"It's like the medicine is running down to the fingertips." I tried to describe the strange feeling as visually as possible. P'Touch, who was standing and observing, wrote it down in his report book. "It doesn't hurt with the needle, but the medicine is like... Painful pain"

 

"But it hurts to bear, right?"

"If it doesn't hurt more, I can bear it."

 

"I hope so." The doctor shrugged as if to say, 'If I'm lucky, it won't hurt any more.' I don't know if other doctors are like this. But all the doctors in this lab. No one is good at building morale. Or they can do it. But choose not to do it, that's all. "Go take a break. A few hours to start to see the results."

 

"During the break, shall we have a meeting?" I suggested while putting on my shirt. Before someone here secretly takes a picture and sends it to Babe, I have much to do today. I'm not ready for a complete disaster.

"Hey, how do you understand the word rest, young man?" P'Touch's waist foot looked at me with a facial expression. Exhausted, "Can't you stop, people?"

 

"Well, I'm still fine. I won't be going for a run for a while. I'm just sitting and talking." I replied, "I don't want to waste time. Everyone will be able to go home today." After handling the injection equipment, Chris asked, "Did you make an appointment?”

 

"I make an appointment every day."

"Are you still touchy?"

"He's already normal."

 

My answer made everyone laugh, even though I didn't mean to joke, because Babe was angry with me every day. It's not just one thing. I have to try not to cause him more trouble—for everyone's peace, not mine.

 

"What do you want to talk about?" Liu walked into the band after attending to the lab equipment. Ready to beckon others to surround the circle as well. "Hurry up and finish talking so I can hurry to rest."

 

"Here?" I looked left and right, a little confused. I was sitting in a chair, and five or six others were standing around me. It didn't look like a meeting. If you said I was being bullied, that would have been more correct.

 

"Here," Liu replied in a flat voice. "This way, we can hurry to talk if you attend a meeting. Well, you won't end it."

"Oh..."

 

Even if I want to argue, I know I'm going to lose anyway. Additionally, no one else has been offended yet. Obviously, everyone wants me to be passive. Even though I'm still fine, everything is fine. Some may be because I'm the youngest. So, everyone thinks that they should take good care of me. They may forget that I will enter Benjapes in a few months.

 

"Okay, if everyone says so, I'll say it quickly." I scratched my head while slowly sorting out what I should start with. And how should I say it so I can finish it as soon as possible? "Well, I know that everyone is trying a lot of drugs now. Judging from the report, I think we're on the right track. It may be stuck in a few more problems, as you know, but I think it should be successful soon."

 

Everyone nodded in response. This determined face can only be seen during meetings. Additionally, there is always something unusual to see. Of course, including when experimenting with drugs.

 

"So we should start the promotion part now. As we have said from the beginning, even if we develop a drug that works, it does not mean this project is successful if people do not understand its purpose. No matter how good the drug is, it does not help. Therefore, we must have a parallel campaign. Provide knowledge about the problem. Make people understand why the drug is useful. Make him know that this is another good choice."

 

"Umm... I understand what you're saying, but I'm doubtful." Chris raised his hand and asked. "We agree that we should be promoted. But now we haven't been successful yet. If you promote it first, will it be okay? I don't want to cut off. But what if it doesn't succeed in the end?"

 

"I didn't plan it to succeed," I answered hesitantly. The whole room fell silent. And I knew it was because I was acting arrogant and speaking like ruthless dictatorial leaders who don't accept mistakes. But that's what I think. "I'm not saying it to pressure. I know everyone wants it to succeed. That's why everyone tried so hard. But I didn't start this project feeling that if it's successful, it's good. But I did it because I knew it would be done. Not in one way or another. "I'm a leader who doesn't matter at all. I'm narrow-minded and don't admit to making mistakes. I'm only interested in the results. And that may make everyone feel bad about working with people who don't know how to cling like me.

 

"Uh, okay." Liu broke the silence. She looked at my face, still, before nodding. Take it lightly. "Anyway, the medicine must be successful. Start promoting now, right?"

 

"The sooner you start, the better. People's thoughts are nothing that can be changed instantly," Touch added, while others nodded in agreement. Like what I did right, even though I didn't like my words.

 

I turned to make eye contact with Dr Chris. He stood still before the corners of his mouth raised a smile, a little like he was satisfied with something. Before nodding to me, if you don't think about it, his eyes look like he's saying This is what I want to hear, which seems contrary to the fact that he is the point of that point. The other party's response made me understand the true purpose of that question. He didn't want an answer. What if it didn't succeed? Dr Chris wants me to build confidence in everyone here and show them we are pursuing a purpose. Even though I'm a little scared, I'm glad to be Dr Chrisma.

"Thank you to everyone who understands." I smiled with excitement in my heart. "I just want to tell you to be aware of that. If you have any ideas, you can help propose them. But don't worry too much about promotion. I'll take care of it myself. Jeff will come in and help. Brothers, brothers can do the full lab."

 

"We want to help promote," Liu raised her hand. The words were as exciting as her outfit. (Today, she wears a bright yellow dress with a puffy skirt, which is more like going to the garden than walking around the lab.) However, her expression and tone remain flat, as usual. "I've wanted to be in the media for a long time."

 

"Is it you?" Chris squinted at Liu as if he couldn't believe that people like Liu would also be interested in the job in the front. Judging from her habit of not being very interested in anyone, who would have thought this person would offer to work in this manner?

 

Sinsae said that if we try to get out of our comfort zone during this period, we will find a soul mate." The answer explains everything clearly in one sentence—no one doubts.

 

"I didn't know that Liu was also interested in these things." I laughed. "We have always been interested in fortune-telling." "I mean about my soulmate," I replied. "I thought Liu didn't care and wanted to have a boyfriend.

 

"If it's a good opportunity, we'll care about it all," Liu replied. Her mouth said she was interested, but her face gave away that she didn't care. I would think you hate everyone if it weren't for a long time. "You're careful, Charlie."

 

"Me?" I raised my eyebrows and pointed my fingers at myself in confusion. "What are you careful about?"

 

"Well, if it says that you are our soulmate in the end, we will take it." Everyone laughed. Liu made a still face as usual, which looked serious.

 

"Take it easy," I laughed. "If you think you can fight, take it."

 

"Uh, the work of the elephant," P'Touch mixed up the wrong. It's not just me who knows my boyfriend's power. Pit Babe's reputation is well-known. Everyone knows it. And yes, it's not just about driving that Babe is widely accepted.

 

"I can punch and hit," Liu replied, raising her fist to pose a card. She is like a teddy bear who tries to act scary but fails. "Maybe I need to practice a little more."

The meeting in our concise lab took less than thirty minutes (almost ten minutes is a joke that is hard to stop). In conclusion, the project is expected to be promoted by the beginning of next month. I will encourage it because everyone agrees that my appearance and reputation should be used to benefit (which is very embarrassing). Jeff will help in the promotion model, including coordination with external organisations. As for researchers, they will continue to focus primarily on research. Other activities may help with medical information about the drug for Credibility. Other than that, it's voluntary and has time left, and everyone seems to want to participate more than expected, especially Liu, who called. Schedule an appointment to discuss the promotion.

 

After the meeting ended, everyone dispersed to go to work. Brother Touch and Liu led the research team in predicting the effect of the latest version of the drug. Dr. Chris came down to make coffee downstairs. As for me, I was ordered to find a bed anywhere I could. It is necessary to follow this time because it was promised that after the meeting ended, I would have to rest, not a request, but an order from everyone.

 

"How are you?" Dr Chris took a cup of coffee and sat beside him, as I had already stretched my legs out on the long couch. "Do you have any symptoms?"

 

"I'm a little sleepy," I replied, "but I don't know if it's because of the medicine. It might make me sleepy."

 

"It's not certain to lean back with a cool air conditioner like this."

"We have to wait a little longer. It may be because of the drug if you can't resist it."

"If the medicine works, the only side effects are drowsiness."

 

"Even if this one doesn't work, we'll think of something new that works." The other party said in a flat voice. He raised his coffee and took a gentle sip. I've always thought that his movement looks strangely charming. It isn't different. However, it gives a different feeling from that of a general person. Dr Chris appears to be slow-moving, but not sluggish. Just a person who knows what to do at what speed. That's why he looks calm and suitable. That's the key that makes him look attractive, even though he seems like someone I don't like. "What does that mean to look at it?" I accidentally looked at him for so long that I was caught.

 

"No," I chose not to tell you what I thought now, because that would make the atmosphere. It's good to watch. That kind of thing should be kept in your mind alone.

 

"The more you look at it, the more it looks like?"

"Yes?"

"The person named Way"

 

I'm silent. That guess may not be one hundred per cent. However, it's undeniably one of the ideas that constantly runs through my head. The longer we've been together, the more you'll be able to see the difference between Dr Chris and P'Way. But it's been more than a month. I still can't find the difference.

 

"I tried searching. He's famous." Dr Chris still looks as calm as ever, even as he discusses awkward topics. "The face is the same. When I first saw the picture, I was shocked. I thought I was a racing driver."

 

"It's realistic."

"You don't like him, do you?"

 

Dr Chris is good at talking. It's like his head is an extensive library. There is information about everything sorted by type and category. Just use the flow. The weak mind can call the correct answer within seconds. This may be the standard working system of geniuses' brains. I don't know either. Since I was born, I've only met this type of person for the first time.

 

"We... It's not very compatible." This should be a broad description.

And the least asking. "He doesn't like me either."

 

"Love a threesome?"

Is he looking at my memory or something? It's too scary.

"About that, I guess."

 

"Fighting with the person he used to be is exhausting?" Even though I didn't give him any information. However, Dr Chris pursued the story as he saw it with his own eyes. Now, I'm not sure. He said he studied in America to become a healer or a fortune-teller. Of course, "I saw many pictures of him and Babe, so I knew he was close. Don't make a scared face like that." Even the idea that he is scary is known to the other person.

 

"If you're serious, you're not tired because they're friends."

"Words are very sterile, do you know?"

"I didn't mean that..."

 

"Understand." He laughed. He looked at me as if he were looking at a small child who wanted to communicate. But the mouth still couldn't pronounce every sound. "Babe never looked at Way as more than a friend. He's not even your rival."

 

"I didn't think I wanted to compete with anyone in the first place."

"If that's the case, why don't you like him?"

 

The image in my memory is repeated as if the question just now is the password to enter a room in my brain. The room was closed two years ago, full of stories I didn't want to consider. I don't want to forget it, but I don't want to open that room often because what sleeps in it is too bad.

 

"He did a terrible thing," I replied after reviewing it. Then, momentarily, "It's not much for me, but he's evil with Babe."

 

"It's so bad that you can't forgive him even in death?"

"That's all; it's considered very kind to him."

 

Dr Chris didn't reply immediately. He was silent, took a sip of coffee, and stared at me as if my words had just made him look at me thoroughly for the first time. It was as if I had transformed into someone other than Charlie in his understanding.

 

"You're much more cruel than we thought," the doctor nodded slowly. "When it's about Babe, you're like a different person."

 

"I'm not happy that he died."

"I know, but I don't regret it, right?"

 

"It... It's hard to explain." It's really like that. Until now, I still can't find a definition for that feeling. You can't use just a single word to convey the meaning completely. It's like I have to describe what I feel directly every time. "I sympathise. As a human being... Sorry, as a fan of him being happy, I'm not comfortable with him being angry... I'm not happy that he died, but I know that if he were still alive, he would suffer every day. Suffering all his life because of what he did to Babe."

 

It's probably true, as Dr Chris said. I still can't forgive P'Way. I'm just talking about what he did. I still can't shake the same feelings. His death may be compensated for by Babe's or P’Alan’s feelings. But for me, it isn't beneficial.

 

"P'Way loves Babe very much. I don't want to admit it. But in this world, Way is the only person who can love Babe as much as I do. Because of that, I know that he must feel very wrong. It hurts every time I look at Babe’s face. Because I've been like that before. When I realised that I had made Babe sad, I felt like it was better to die. At least I don't have to see the eyes he looked at me with. It's excruciating. And I know that P'Way feels the same way. "I felt my voice getting lighter and lighter. The rhythm of speech slowed down. The border of everything, including Dr Chris's body, blurred. Seeing that the medicine will start to work more and more strongly. This should not be my usual drowsiness.

 

"If it's like that, dying may be less painful." Even the doctor's voice is unclear. Or really, it's clear. But because I'm too sleepy, I can't start to understand. It's as if he said a word, was silent for a moment, and then came back to say another word intermittently. "Live a guilty life... It's not easy."

 

I should have answered something back. But my body really couldn't stand it. My eyelids were heavy before slowly sliding down uncontrollably. The sound I heard became distant. Before everything went out, I didn't know how long it had passed. When I felt like someone was shaking my arm. At a glance, it was like I had fallen asleep for just a few minutes. At another glance, it was.

 

I've been asleep for an hour, and while arguing about how long I've been sleeping, I suddenly think this is a dream. Insert up. In conclusion, I don't know anything.

 

".... Lee"

 

The sound of someone ringing nearby. He should be shaking me. I want to answer and accept, but the body doesn't respond. Just open your eyes and still can't do it.

 

"Charlie..."

 

It's clearer. That person called my name.

"Charlie... Wake up"

Dr Chris. ...His voice, but why does the voice sound so hot? He doesn't usually sound like this.

 

"Charlie!"

That was Dr Chris's loudest voice since we met, and it pulled me up from the deepest sleep I've ever experienced.

 

"Huh... Huh?" I blinked my eyes to focus. The first image I saw was the face of the other person, who looked too serious, Dr Chris, whom I know. "Brother Chris..."

 

"Phone," he interjected. The voice sounded hot. On my phone, his posture made me instinctively feel that something bad was happening when I fell asleep.

 

"Why... Yes?"

My voice is hoarse, and I feel heavy in my head.

 

"Babe..."

 

But just one word: the body that had been stubborn with orders immediately returned to normal.

 

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This morning, I told Charlie I would stay home reading a book I just bought. (Yes, I went to the bookstore too, even though I was going in because I had to wait for Charlie to choose a book.) Charlie seems quite proud of my plan. He said it's good that I can rest quietly. Try something new. Reading books will help me concentrate and calm down. I don't know if there are other intentions behind these words. But overall, it sounds useful. I intend to follow the plan to the fullest.

 

But the results are not very satisfactory. When the novel heals the heart, this is more boring than I thought. I had no idea when I picked it up. I just saw it on the bestseller list. The cover is beautiful. And I wanted Charlie to be surprised that I was interested in some books, so I bought them. Before opening it, I expected that it would help kill time. It is estimated that Charlie is back or something like that. But it's not at all. Every moment that passes awkwardly does not make me understand the protagonist's intentions more clearly.

 

The whole time I was reading, I was worried about what to tell Charlie. When I returned, he must ask, 'How are you?' Then, 'Tell me.' If I give up and close the book, I won't be able to answer Charlie's question. I don't suddenly feel like I'm preparing for the exam. Charlie said that reading would calm me down. I don't see anything at all. I'm increasingly impatient because I'm frustrated with the delusion and cut off from everything, like the protagonist in the book.

 

 I did a little bit. I'm sitting down. I've been in many paragraphs. Blame myself for things that I have nothing to do with at all. The more I read, the more I want to immerse myself in the book. Grab this young man's head, shake it and say, 'Learn to blame others, you idiot,' and then rush back out.

 

My patience reached its limit after I turned around on the sofa for an hour. I decided to close the book, set it on the table in front of the couch, lie down, and look at the ceiling. Instead, I think about what to do if I don't read a book. Of course, the answer.

 

The first thing that came to mind was driving. Today, there should be many people in the practice field because Alan sent a message in the group chat last night saying he would tune the car well. But think about it again: I just went to practice yesterday and took it. I'm not in the mood to wear a hot racersuit.

 

But if you don't go there, I don't have a place to go to, another place I've never been. I'm afraid that Charlie will be worried. Recently, that kid has been even more nervous. With my story, it is twice as much. In addition, even though I want to go to a new place, I don't have any ideas. My life revolves around a few places. I can hardly go anywhere if no one invites me to go out, especially during the break between the seasons. My life is even more empty, like a retired uncle. I have a boyfriend, but he is busy with the mission of eight million. Not free to play with me every day. I know that.

 

Hmm... But I miss you too. Are you going to see Charlie?

 

Suddenly, that idea popped up. Anyway, Charlie has no plans to go anywhere else today. He spends the entire day in the lab. And it's not that there's nothing to do all the time. At least we're free to sit together. It's considered a date at the research lab. He doesn't have to leave work, and as for me, I sit and watch him do this and that. At least we can be together. And it should be much less boring than this nonsense book.

 

I can think of it. I immediately bounced up from the sofa. Ran up to the second floor. I changed clothes to look better, even though Charlie saw me differently. However, other people in the lab have only seen the good-looking version of me. And I want them to look at me and think, 'Wow, Charlie is excellent.' Oh, until the end of the promotion.

 

It only took me a few minutes to make myself look good enough to leave the house. I took the keys to my partner's car with one hand whilst the other was scrolling the phone screen to find the number to call. The latest (of course, it's Charlie's number) I intend to call. Tell Charlie that you are going to go out, but before dialling. Suddenly, I realised that it would be fun if I went to surprise him.

 

It's not unusual for me to see Charlie at the lab. But if he doesn't know beforehand, he should be shocked, right?

 

Okay. Let's surprise each other.

I put my phone in my pants pocket, opened the door, and saw my partner's car. I picked up my sunglasses and put them on to promote safe driving, even though the distance from home to the lab is less than twenty minutes.

 

Even though it's not on the racetrack, driving is still an activity that always gets my heart pumping. This narrow cabin is like an area where I'm king. I can control everything in here. At the same time, I must be vigilant for the dangers that may come from outside at all times. All parts of the body work automatically. Hands on the steering wheel and feet on the accelerator follow the real and mirror images. The ears listen to the sound from outside, and the music plays in the cabin. Even though my senses are not as good as before, I consider myself a natural, eye-eyed person. So if something unusual happens around me, I can always recognise it before anyone else. 

 

It's been about fifteen minutes. If the road were clear, I should have reached Charlie's lab by now. But about five minutes ago, I noticed a car following my car. The black SUV was always in the same lane as me. Even if I slowed down, there was no sign of stepping on the accelerator to overtake. Turn at every intersection. When I pretended to park on the side of the road, the black car also parked, and that's when I realised I was being followed.

 

I keep driving out of the way, even though I turn at the intersection to reach the lab, but that will also cause Charlie trouble. Alone, there are people following from around the house. Worry enough. If you know Charlie's workplace, it will become a big deal. There are many things about the project that Charlie doesn't want anyone to know. That building should be a place free of surveillance, paparazzi, and stalkers. So, I have to lure these psychopaths as far as possible and then find a way to escape.

 

It seems that the black car has a good enough driver. Because no matter how I try to escape, it won't fall off. Even if you can leave it, I can still come back and follow the same way. Anyway, I drove farther and farther until I became unfamiliar with the route. I turned randomly. I kept reading the signs in time. The backlash in my head was spinning, and I was trying to figure out what to do. But my brain alone can't find the correct answer. And every time I'm at a loss for words, I have to call for help.

 

"Call Charlie", I turned on the car's voice control system before ordering my phone to call out and find my helper.

 

The waiting sound is longer than ever. Usually, Charlie answers the phone very quickly. I'm not sure if it's the case for everyone, but every time I call to look for him, I've never heard this sound more than three times. Charlie didn't answer the phone.

"What the hell?" I grumbled while moving my eyes to look at the rear window. The car was still driving, not far away. They won't give up. And now I'm tired of driving to see the city fully. "Call Charlie"

 

I pronounce the order again. Every time the call-waiting sound is loud, my heart races because the black guy starts to drive harder. Another part is that I began to worry about Charlie. My brain wondered why Charlie didn't answer the phone. And I won't lie; the top assumption is a bad one, but fortunately, the call-waiting sound has disappeared.

 

(Hello..)

 

"Charlie, I'm outside", because I'm not in a situation to wait for the end of the line to speak.

 

The greeting was over, so I quickly interjected while the hand controlling the steering wheel began working harder. Because I could feel the stalker's car trying to speed up and cut in front of my car, it seems I'm not the only one who has lost patience. Those guys are the same.

 

"I'm going to find you, but there's a driver following me. I'm afraid it will..."

 

I didn't have time to finish all I had to say. That SUV accelerated to the side of the situation. Now, it could overtake me. But it refused to overtake within a fraction of a second. My brain couldn't process that it didn't want to show the face, as I thought.

 

It intentionally drove up to close the escape route. The car kept pushing until my car was close to the far left of the road. In front of that was the back of the truck parked, and I didn't have enough distance left. I've already broken. The first feeling that came up was pain.

 

I felt like there was something heavy on the right side of my face. At first glance, it was a little scary. But when I tried to raise my hand to hold it, I felt it was still normal. My face did not collapse, and the skin disappeared until only the skull was left. It was just like a cloth on the face.

 

"Babe"

 

Fortunately, the first thing I saw besides the bright white light was Charlie's face. 

 

"Does it hurt?" Charlie asked while gently supporting me as I sat up. While I was sobering up, looking at the beds lined up, with white curtains, and the smell was so clean that I wouldn't have to ask, "Where is this place?" Of course, it's a hospital. And I still wear the same clothes I wore when I left the house. In addition to the device covering the wound on the forehead and cheekbones, everything else looks normal. The limbs are still complete. And I still recognise my boyfriend's face. That should be it. It means that I'm not serious. "The doctor said Babe should have had a headache and was shocked, so he fainted." And Singha, that confirms the best is Charlie's relaxed posture if I'm seriously injured. He can't come to sit in Ta Pao, sucking a juice box next to my bed like this.

 

"It's shocking. I hit a fruit shop until they ran away." Even the memory of what happened before the accident remains. However, it was broken because there was a lot of chaos at the time. Plus, I feel normal overall about the head that just hit. You probably don't have to worry about dementia. "No one is okay?"

 

"No," Charlie shook his head slowly while sucking the juice and swallowing loudly. I felt like his eyes were a little drifting. "He saw him say that Babe had been holding a longhorn. But at that time, no one was at the shop. So no one was okay."

 

"Sigh, it's still young."

 

"It's good that you can dodge in time."

 

"Well, good luck." When I mentioned it, I was still relieved. At that time, I thought I was going to die. That broke the steering wheel and threw it to the side of the road. That's all the last instinct. I'm not sure if it will help me survive. The brain commands itself. "Sports cars and trucks. If you crash directly, I'll be crushed."

 

"Very good," Charlie said, standing up. He hugged me on the patient's bed and gently pressed the fragrance on my head before continuing in a hushed voice. "Don't lose the name of the number one racer."

 

"Are you drunk?" I looked up at Charlie's face and noticed for a while that he was watching Slower and talking like a drunk.

 

"No," Charlie laughed while slowly hugging. "I just got an injection; I'm still dizzy. "I'm drunk on drugs. I thought you went to drink before coming to me."

 

"Don't say you're drunk here. The nurse will call the police."

"Look at the shape; it's worth calling. Look at the condition." I patted Charlie's cheek gently in case it would help wake him up from drunkenness. But looking at that delusional smile, it shouldn't work much. "But it's excellent like this."

 

"Why does Babe like me when I'm drunk?"

 

"I just think it's good that you're okay." It may sound strange that I'm the one who said this, even though I'm the one who just risked death. But what I'm relieved of with Charlie's typical attitude is the truth. "When my car crashed, the first glance was that I thought it was bad. Charlie must be crazy. But when I woke up and saw you sitting with a stupid face, I felt at ease."

 

"Why are you going to lose your mind?" Charlie laughed. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled my hand, held it, and said it in a relaxed posture. "When waiting for the hospital bus, Babe still called. Come and talk to me. Just hearing the sound, I know it's okay."

 

It took me several seconds to regain that memory. But it was not difficult at all. When I tried to think clearly, I remembered I had called. I went to see Charlie. When the car crashed, my head was bumped, but I didn't faint immediately. Just dizzy for a while. A villager nearby came by to knock on the glass and asked if it was okay. I still nodded and made an OK sign with my hand to indicate that I wanted to go back. Kind citizens helped me out of the car and took me to a nearby store to sit. Call. Call the ambulance to finish. While waiting, ask to call. Have you found a relative yet? So I realised that I should call. Find Charlie again. It's as if I'll talk to him until the ambulance arrives. After that, I can't remember much. Which is when I fainted.

 

"But you're excellent," I rubbed the drugged child's head with a look of "typically just Oil splashed on me; you woke up the dog's face."

 

"I've grown up."

"I didn't know that I had grown up this much."

"So I know it." The person who claimed to be an adult proudly danced.

 

"If I'm shocked every time Babe is hurt, I think I must be short-lived."

 

"I don't get hurt that often."

"Do you remember the last time you came to the hospital?"

 

"Not long ago, I brought you to pull out my eyeballs." I acted like I would take out my finger to pull out that round eyeball. So Charlie quickly raised her hand and covered her eyes, as if she feared I would do the same. "If I can choose, I don't want to attend the theatre."

 

"Uh, I don't want Babe to come often either."

"I will be more careful."

 

I made eye contact with him to solemnly promise. Even though I know I've already made this promise, and in the end, I didn't do as well as I should, I want to emphasise to Charlie that I'm trying for him. I try to stay safe... For Charlie, "Thank you." Charlie smiled. He raised his arms around his shoulders and pulled me into a hug.

 

Press a kiss on my forehead quickly. "But this is very good." Charlie is powerful when looking from the inside. However, I am a strong and protective parent. But in fact, I am the one who looks for him all the time. I am the one who relies on Charlie both physically and mentally. I use him as a shelter without consideration. I don't always think and lose my mind. While Charlie, who is much younger, can stand on his own. It's also a strong anchor for me. My boyfriend is good.

 

"And Babe, do you know that the person who answered the phone at first was not me?" Charlie asked.

 

"Huh?" Of course, I'm confused. I don't know what Charlie is talking about, "when."

"The first time before the car crash"

"At that time... Not you?"

 

I opened my eyes wide. Even though I only heard the word 'Hello', I recognised my boyfriend’s voice. How can you not? Or at that time, you will be too panicked to notice each other.

 

"No," Charlie laughed. He looked at me with very secular eyes. "At that time, I was asleep. Yes, Chris will accept it for you."

 

"Oh..."

"When I saw that he didn't look good, he woke me up and drove me because I couldn’t. 

How normal is it?"

 

"Did Chris hear the collision?"

"I heard it," Charlie nodded. "He was shocked. I've just seen him like this.

 

The first time, it's fantastic."

"Do you have to thank me for the car crash?"

"It's not worth it."

 

I laughed, and Charlie too. We couldn't sit and talk for less than five minutes. The X team ran with a wake-up face. North Sonic and Dean Gru came to hug me. Moaning like my leg was cut or almost dead. Jeff didn't join the band as usual until Alan had to slap him to get him to calm down. He stood looking at me quietly for a moment. Before walking in, whispering, 'Okay, right?' Other people are paying attention to Alan, who is scolding their troubled brothers. When I nodded and said it was okay, Jeff nodded in response. Then went back to stand quietly as usual.

 

 My relationship with Jeff has always been like this. We didn't talk much. But I feel comfortable and strangely trust him. As for Jeff, he acts like he doesn't pay much attention to me. But at times like this, I can always feel his concern.

 

Pete came with me. He's parking," P’Alan turned to me and said. "What the hell?" I asked, surprised, if the team's prominent capitalist had time to visit someone like me, a small worker.

 

"He came to play in the field, and when Charlie called. I came to tell you about you, so I dragged you. Along.

 

"It's chaotic, just a broken head. Do you have to come with the whole village?"

 

"Chris is still here," Charlie said with a smile as if to say 'village'.

What I mentioned has more members than I thought. "Go to a place to smoke."

"Isn't he a real doctor?" "Where is Chris?" Alan asked.

 

"The doctor who came to help Charlie's work that I used to tell you about," I replied in a voice. I don't want to talk about that strange doctor, even though he is my benefactor today. Well, "the face looks like Way."

 

"Oh, did he come?" The captain made big eyes. "I want to see you. I want to know how to be like. What is the size?"

 

"He'll be back soon," Charlie replied with a smile. "But I think it's good for you to be prepared."

 

"Is it like that? Did you go out?"

 

"You wait and see, uncle." I helped confirm again. I'm 100% confident this is not just a group of acres. But Chris is a way to a level where one can live in a place. If P’Alan had seen Chris's face, he would have been shocked, as if he were seeing a ghost. "Real thing, it's like dying and being reborn."

 

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I crushed the cigarette butt and the mouth of the trash can to dispose of the cigarette butt after inhaling the smoke into my lungs until I was satisfied—the smell of smoke sticks to my clothes, fingertips, and the smell in my mouth. It may not look very suitable if I return to other people like this. I reached into my pants pocket, expecting to find a piece of mint gum still there, but I was disappointed. I chewed it all. The only solution now is to go to a convenience store. Buy only.

 

I remember that there was a convenience store on the ground floor. Near the entrance of the inpatient ward, so instead of going straight to the emergency room, I had to walk to the next building first. The convenience store is prominent. Just by walking across, you can see it immediately. I walked straight inside to the candy and chewing gum zone. There are all similar-looking chewing gums on the floor in front of you. Wrapped in green or blue. 

 

Just seeing it is refreshing, since I didn't have time to put it in my mouth. I chose to pick up a familiar brand and wrap it. I went for a walk to pay, but I changed my mind and returned to pick up another pack. And before turning back to the cashier, my eyes stumbled upon a man who was standing with a serious face at the cable car zone at the end of the corridor.

 

"I'll buy it to visit patients or give it to relatives."

 

I don't know why I walked to him. Maybe it's because I'm already like this or because he seems to need help, so I don't dare walk away.

 

"Milk, bird's nests or fruits are fine if you buy them for your relatives. But if you buy it hoping the patient will eat it, you must ask about the disease. Some diseases require a sugar-free diet; some fruits are high in sugar; some diseases necessitate avoiding milk; and some require a low-sodium diet. Extracted chicken soup can be eliminated."

 

I looked at the items in the finished basket. These items are not suitable for visiting the sick at all. However, it is sufficient to understand that it is more of a social issue. In my experience, these things never fall into the patient's mouth. Only relatives eat all day, which is fair and reasonable because, in this world, there is no job as demanding as caring for the sick.

 

"What's wrong with the person you're visiting?" I turned to look at the person next to me. I was surprised to see that he was looking at me first. And what's more strange is his expression: "You?"

 

He stared at my face. His eyes widened like I was a talking monster. His face was pale, but his eyes were red. How is he going to cry? Now, I'm not sure what I'm doing right. He may be very afraid of talking to strangers. Not everyone has a habit of talking to people everywhere like I do. Did I accidentally scare him?

 

"What's wrong?" I asked again when he continued to look at me. It's like he's been shocked. His lips trembled a little, revealing as if he had said many times. But he refused to answer anything. "Khun...."

 

"Way..."

 

His voice is even lighter than my cigarette smoke. However, I'm sure I heard him clearly. And just that one word is enough to understand why he looks like he sees a monster like that. I'm like a monster in his eyes, or must I be called a 'ghost'?

 

This man is probably another person in Charlie's circle. The more I met him standing, confused, in front of the visiting basket shelf, the more everything was locked. He must be someone in the racers who is choosing souvenirs for Babe, who has nothing but a broken head and a bruised face. His face is handsome. The figure is tall. Even though he wears only jeans and a plain white T-shirt, he looks dignified, as if he were wearing an expensive suit. I don't think he looks like Babe’s racing gang.

 

"Are you friends with Charlie's people?"

 

The strange guy didn't answer my question. Instead, he did something more shocking: he rushed in and hugged me full of love. He hugged me tightly as we had before. And there are only the two of us here in a convenience store with people walking in and out constantly.

 

"Sir, uh..."

"Thank you for coming back."

Well, this is no joke anymore. He is... To cry

 

"I'm waiting for you, Way. I’ve been waiting every day. There are so many things I want to tell you. At that time, I thought everything would be better, and it would not be too late to say anything. I only thought that I would see you again anyway. I'm stupid, I..."

 

I can only stand stiff at the wrong behaviour. Among Way’s acquaintances, this person is the one who has the most emotional reaction I have had. And yes, he wants to be the most. I want to push him away. However, I'm unsure why standing still like this would be a better choice, even though the young cashier at the counter has looked at us several times.

 

"I won't waste any more time. I don't think you'll be here forever," he said in a trembling voice, hugging me more tightly as if he was afraid that I would be sublimated into a cough and disappear. "I don't care who you have in mind. Now I want to do everything I should. Since then, that's enough."

 

This is the time I should say something.

 

"I like you, Way."

 

Hmm... So, when should I tell him that I'm not Way?