Trimmed By Time Chapter 33

There is also a New Year's Eve show at the end of the year. The nurses don't understand Chinese, but they can still see the madness of the fans in the audience.

Lionel just glanced as he passed by, and the face was not the Song he knew.

With so many boys who like him, he lies in bed all day, his eyes full of regret and pain. When his dependence attacks, he doesn't go crazy or yell, he just lies in bed crying silently, his body curled up. He wants to restrain himself, but he can't fight it. His body's reaction can't be suppressed by mental strength, so he vomits and faints repeatedly. He is addicted to drugs, but he doesn't know it. Sometimes Nathan Song is not conscious, half asleep and half awake, he keeps saying, "Mom, I'm sorry... Mom, don't be sad." Then he calls Azhuo, "Azhuo, I don't know how to do this question. Can I stop doing it?"

The most despairing thing is not the physiological reaction, but the fact that you never know when the addiction will strike. After enduring for three or four days, you thought you had restrained yourself, but on the fifth day, you failed. Gradually, half a week, half a month, even when you are in a stable state, you always live in fear. The first time, it lasted for eight days. During those eight days, everything was calm. Nathan Song even asked the nurse for a postcard and wanted to write one to Liam Chen. What should he write? "A Liam Chen, I am sick. I will come to see you when I recover. I want to be with you again."

Before the postcard was sent out, he went through his first cycle. His head had never hurt like this before, and he could not get relief, so he could only bang his head against the wall. He was in good condition during those days, so Laura Zhang and Thomas Song were more relaxed than usual. When they went back to the apartment to bring him a change of clothes, they did not notify the nurse to help keep an eye on him. When they came back half an hour later, his forehead was covered in blood, and there was blood on the wall at the head of the bed. He could only shout "Mom, it hurts, help me."