他终于睡熟了,呼吸极其轻微,我掀开被,看见尿不湿上一大片黑血,帮他换了,他也没醒。我盯着他看了一会,他的胸口在起伏,有时候突然吸进一大口气,好像要吞掉这个病房的空气一样,然后慢慢地,游丝一般地呼出来。我推开门,发现人都已经散了,只有刘一朵靠在走廊的墙上,闭目沉思。她睁开眼说,睡了?我说,睡了。她说,我妈去买寿衣了,免得到时候抓瞎。我说,一点希望没有了吗?她说,他的身体里已经快没有血了,你明白吗?没有血了。 He was finally asleep, his breathing was minimal, and I opened it up to see a large black blood on the diaper, helping him change, and he did not wake up. I stared at him for a moment, his chest rolling, and sometimes suddenly taking a deep breath, as if to swallow the air in the ward, and then slowly, gossamerly, exhaled. I opened the door and found that people have been dispersed, and only Liu ai leaning against the corridor wall, eyes closed meditation. She opened her eyes and slept? I said, sleep. She said my mother went to buy a shroud, lest she should catch blindness. I said, a little hope gone? She said he had almost no blood in the body, you understand? No blood.