【战锤40k同人作品翻译】 Ennui 第二十六章：重生 Reborn(17)
“I love you, Isarae,” I sobbed. “Please… stay with me.”
“Always, Cre’yth,” she whispered, and she punctuated her words with a press of her soft lips against mine. “Now and always.”
I slept then.
Not for minutes or hours, but for cycles.
I remember drifting in and out of sleep, and I remember sweating and panting as fever took me. I remember Isarae’s gold-bright presence holding me and tending to me, waiting on my every need.
She fed me when I was too weak to eat, mashing rations mixed with a little water, and feeding it to me bit by bit. She coaxed water down my dry throat, carried me to the bath where she cleaned me, and then laid down beside me every night.
Isarae sang to me every night.
It should have been shameful to be treated like an invalid, but somehow I could not muster the strength to feel even that.
All I could feel was gratitude.
Most incredibly, I remember what happened on what I tentatively believe to be my fourth night in fever. It was hard to tell because so often I would pass out and then awaken, sometimes moments had passed, other times hours, and I could not keep myself coherent enough for a conversation.
“Always, Cre’yth,” she whispered, and she punctuated her words with a press of her soft lips against mine. “Now and always.”
I slept then.
Not for minutes or hours, but for cycles.
I remember drifting in and out of sleep, and I remember sweating and panting as fever took me. I remember Isarae’s gold-bright presence holding me and tending to me, waiting on my every need.
She fed me when I was too weak to eat, mashing rations mixed with a little water, and feeding it to me bit by bit. She coaxed water down my dry throat, carried me to the bath where she cleaned me, and then laid down beside me every night.
Isarae sang to me every night.
It should have been shameful to be treated like an invalid, but somehow I could not muster the strength to feel even that.
All I could feel was gratitude.
Most incredibly, I remember what happened on what I tentatively believe to be my fourth night in fever. It was hard to tell because so often I would pass out and then awaken, sometimes moments had passed, other times hours, and I could not keep myself coherent enough for a conversation.
冰九囚笼二十六
