In waiting of Viel

Alfred and I thought the war would end soon, but we were both wrong, peace didn't come so soon.

Alfred took a small group of people to the stronghold of the rebel army, trying to catch the leader of the rebel army. As a military doctor, I should not go to such a place, but I don't know what the people above think. The zero me is in the queue, so I won't be a burden?

Knowing that protesting is meaningless, I can only go on missions with Alfred.

Different from the stimulation and excitement of novice tasks in the game, it only brings me anxiety.

Although the body is mechanical, it is troublesome to get injured.

I was at the end of the line and Alfred was at the front as before.

It's been going well until now, but I don't know why my heart keeps beating, my artificial heart.

Is it uneasy?As if not, I instinctively had a premonition that something was going to happen.

The rebel army had no defense against our intrusion, and then Alfred captured the leader. It stands to reason that it should have ended here.

I don't know when a man suddenly rushed out from the corner. Judging by his clothes, he was also an insurgent, but the point was not this, but the gun in his hand.

He was very close to Alfred, pointed a gun at Alfred, and yelled at him to let go of the hostages. At that moment, my heart almost stopped beating.

Alfred faced the black muzzle of the gun, and neither side dared to move a step.

So far, the rebel army is at the end of its strength, and the leader is no better than a soldier to them. Is it hopeless?

Alfred finally made a compromise slowly, stepped back slowly, and then slowly let go of the hostages five steps away.

I thought he wouldn't shoot, but the man did.

Alfred froze for a moment, but didn't react. I saw the blood flower blooming on Al's left shoulder.

I rushed over subconsciously, this is the instinct of a doctor.

But the man didn't give up, and fired two more shots. I opened my hands to protect Alfred tightly. I felt the metal foreign object enter my back, and the pain doubled.

I thought that the mechanical body would not feel very painful, but I didn't expect it to be so painful.

I really regret that I blocked the bullet, but who called him Alfred? My own death may be nothing. If Alfred died, then the army should be very unstable.

Only then did the rest of the team react and fired several shots at the hostage and the man.

All I remember is the gunshots and Alfred's tense voice.

I don't know if my life will end like this. Anyway, my life goal has long since disappeared, since the day the war broke out.

As a hero, you can't leave people's sight so early, Alfred.

I've lived as an individual long enough, and I'm afraid I'll get bored if I go on like this.

What's more, there is still a long, long time in life for me, and I will start to forget the previous things. The eraser called time has wiped away many things that are important to me in my mind.

Why did I name the boy Alfred?Is it because he really is a hero?

Oh, he is his own hero, but there are other reasons.

Because, Alfred is his first love.

The same golden hair, the same cold face towards outsiders.This reminds me all the time that I have had such an existence in my life before.

That is the person that I can't forget with all my strength, and now I come back to me in another form, how can I be willing to let that person disappear by my side again?

When I lost consciousness, I kept thinking about the things in front of me repeatedly, just like the last revolving door in my life. I subconsciously felt that this was very good, and I wanted to end it like this.

The ending of falling into Alfred's arms doesn't seem to be so unacceptable.

At least, slowly disappearing in front of the person you really care about, that person will leave the deepest impression.

Opening my eyes in a daze, I found that it was Al who was behind my back, and my mouth was full of rusty taste. It turned out that I was still bleeding.

I tried to open my mouth, resting my head on Al's shoulder, "I... like you."

"...Me too." I heard Alfred's voice cry, but I couldn't say anything anymore.

Consciousness gradually became hazy, I think this is a manifestation of the loss of life, the last feeling of life turned out to be so strange, as if I was about to float up.

Alfred heard my breathing gradually become weaker, and his steps continued to speed up, but he was afraid of touching my wound.

I half-opened my eyes and said softly: "...Leave me alone." I don't want to be anyone's burden, even at the last moment, I don't want to end under anyone's burden.

Alfred didn't answer, just continued to pick up the pace.

In fact, it feels very strange, the wound is not serious, but unfortunately my body is mechanical.Even if a small part is damaged, my body will be affected. In addition, due to the low immunity of the body caused by excessive use of immunosuppressants, even a small wound infection may put me on the verge of life and death.

It is a lie to say that you don’t want to live. People always have the desire to survive. Even if it is suicide, the body will have instinctive actions to survive.

My consciousness finally fell completely into darkness, and then I woke up again in an unfamiliar hospital.

However, the fact that the body is mechanical should have been discovered. Isn’t this a matter of course? Just a little inspection of the wound will reveal that something is wrong, the blood cannot coagulate, and the body is full of circuits except for the surface.

I saw Alfred sitting on the chair beside him leaning on the back of the chair to sleep, and wondered if he had been with me all this time.

Suddenly, I feel so guilty. It would be nice if I didn't cause him any trouble, not to mention that he would worry about himself.

The pungent smell of disinfectant and engine oil made me dizzy.

Alfred woke up and saw me awake, stood up excitedly, didn't even care about the chair falling down, and hugged me all at once, because he was afraid of my injury, he didn't use much force, and my eyes were wet.

It was such a feeling to know for the first time that someone was worried about me.

Al kissed my forehead, motioned me to stay still, and ran out to the doctor.

I'm curious as to who healed me, properly speaking, healed me.

I saw Al with an elderly man with the same combed-back hair. He was also wearing a white coat, with gold-rimmed glasses like a scholar, and his serious appearance was consistent with Alfred's.

What an amazing vibe it is.

He wanted to speak but seemed to hold back what he wanted to say. I gave Al a questioning look.

Alfred signaled that person to speak up if he had something to say, and he hesitated for a moment before asking: "Your body is very special, but there is nothing wrong with it overall, but there are some sequelae, you have to be careful."

Alfred asked me one step ahead: "What sequelae?"

As if preparing his own words, the man said after a while, "I don't know. It's the first time I've seen such a technique. It's probably like a concussion. My memory may be a little confused."

I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing serious happened.

Alfred still had an iceberg face, and said to me after the doctor left: "I didn't even know your body was..."

"Is it a machine?" I replied with a half-smile, "It looks exactly like a real person, doesn't it?"

"You can't tell." Alfred looked straight at me, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shook my head with a wry smile, "I want to tell you too, but I'm afraid others will misunderstand."

"Misunderstand what?" I met Alfred's blue eyes, and there seemed to be something surging inside, "Are you afraid that I won't accept you?"

"No..." I wanted to explain, but couldn't find anything to say.

"Are you afraid that you won't be treated as a spy?" Alfred continued to ask, "I don't care about these, I trust you, what about you? I just want to know if you trust me completely."

"I believe in Al." I met Al's gaze and said calmly.

Alfred's expression finally softened a little, and he asked, "Why did you become like this?"

"Because I have a disease, my limbs are weak, and I have such a body with the help of the dean." I explained to Al with a smile, "This body is not much different from the human body, and the skin is It’s a complete imitation of human skin, touch it and see if it looks like real skin?” After that, I put Al’s hand on my chest.

Because the hospital gown was too loose, my upper body was completely seen by Al, and I could feel the warmth of Alfred's palm, as well as the warm touch on the somewhat cold skin surface.

Alfred quickly moved his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, and turned his face away. I really wanted to vaguely see some redness on Alfred's face.

Probably my illusion.

"Put on your clothes, you'll catch a cold." Alfred said in a flustered tone.

"I see, Captain Alfred." I could only pull up the hospital gown and stop joking.

Alfred turned and was relieved to see me pull my clothes up.

The war was over while I was unconscious.

After Al and I returned to China, everything became calm. Because of the end of the war, all the soldiers returned to their original families.

A peaceful life is wonderful, except for taking colorful capsules every day, I feel fine, and Alfred became very considerate to me after knowing about my body.

When eating with Al, I just took token bites and Al would eat the rest of me.

I can't imagine what my life would be like without Alfred.

After Al became a captain, he still served in the army. I think it should be the reason why Al was not able to leave the army until he was 25 years old.