RNP Chapter 30 He was just asleep, Jiro's self-blame
Chapter 30 He was just asleep, Jiro's self-blame
"parking!"
Atobe's face instantly darkened, his glamorous aura vanished completely, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his voice and said to the driver, "To the hospital! To the nearest hospital! Quickly!"
"Yes, young master!"
The driver didn't dare to delay, quickly turned the steering wheel, and sped the car toward the hospital.
The atmosphere inside the car instantly shifted from relaxed to tense, with everyone looking at the sleeping Cilang with worry on their faces.
Wang Yueling sat in her original position, gently supporting Cilang's back with one hand to make him lean more steadily, while placing the other hand on his wrist to count his pulse.
One, one, one.
Very stable.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and the panic in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a calm judgment.
He knew that Jiro had a problem with excessive sleepiness, but it had never been so severe that he couldn't be woken up. He guessed that the pressure and fatigue of the past few days had completely dissipated after winning the game today, which caused it to erupt.
Although I had guessed this was the most likely possibility, the unease in my heart still hadn't dissipated, and I could only repeatedly tell myself: I'm asleep, I'm asleep.
But the sweat on his palms betrayed him.
He was afraid, afraid that his friends, whom he cared about, would suddenly meet with an accident, just like he had in his past life and Yukimura in this life.
Although he knew that in the original anime storyline, Jiro didn't have any serious illness, that was in the world of anime. Now... he was in the real world, and they... were all real people.
Atobe sat beside him, staring at Jiro's face, his icy blue eyes swirling with complex emotions, his left hand unconsciously stroking the cuff of his coat.
Soon, the bus stopped at the hospital entrance.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Atobe bent down and carefully picked up Jiro, walking steadily and quickly toward the emergency room without saying a word.
Mochizuki Ryo immediately followed, with Oshitari and Kabaji close behind, while the others remained in the car to await news.
Registering, getting checked, and waiting for the results—every minute felt incredibly long.
Standing outside the emergency room, Mochizuki Ryo's fingertips curled slightly. Images flashed through her mind of Jiro's all-out effort on the court that day, unleashing his new signature move, and the way he excitedly waved to her after winning the match…
He was my first friend at Hyotei.
She's a sweet little lamb who clings to her own arm and acts cute, who'll act shamelessly for her idol, and who can fall asleep in class in a second.
Please make sure nothing happens to you.
Atobe stood beside him, his hands clenched tightly, his usually flamboyant expression now filled with seriousness.
Not long after, the emergency room doctor came out, took off his mask, and smiled at the teenagers who crowded in front of him to ask about the situation, saying, "Don't worry, your friend isn't unconscious, he's just asleep."
The doctor's conclusion left everyone both amused and relieved.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down.
"This child is in a state of hypersomnia," the doctor explained. "The mental stress was too great, and he probably had some intense training recently, which caused extreme fatigue. Now that he has suddenly relaxed completely, this is why he is experiencing this."
"This kind of sleep is much deeper than normal sleep, and it's very difficult to wake him up. However, it usually doesn't last too long, about an hour, and he'll wake up naturally once he's rested enough. Currently, all his physical indicators are normal, and there are no organic problems."
After hearing this, Mochizuki Ryou let out a long sigh of relief, raised her hand to press her temples, and murmured in French, "Mon dieu, c'est une bonne nouvelle." (God, this is truly good news.)
Atobe stood at the door of the examination room, and after listening to the doctor's words, his tense shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Are you sure there are no other problems?"
"Based on the current examination, there is nothing wrong." The doctor flipped through the report and said to Atobe, "However, I suggest you stay in the hospital for observation overnight, or go to a larger hospital for a more detailed examination after you wake up."
"Okay. Thank you for your help."
"It's no trouble at all. Just let the child rest well and don't put too much pressure on him lately," the doctor advised before leaving.
Ryo Mochizuki leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, watching Atobe carefully questioning the doctor. Atobe's face still held that calm expression, but Ryo noticed that Atobe's fingers were constantly rubbing the cuffs of his coat.
Those were his little gestures when he was nervous.
The two people looked at each other.
Neither of them spoke.
But I understand now.
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Cilang was placed in a double room, and the bed next to him was empty.
Wang Yueling sat on the chair by the bed, looking at Cilang who still seemed to be having a sweet dream, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"He can really sleep."
After confirming that Cilang was alright, the other passengers on the bus were arranged to return to school first, and then go home to rest.
As Oshitari left, he patted Atobe on the shoulder without saying a word. Mukahi and Ootori stood by the car door, watching the direction where Jirou was being carried off the train. Their eyes were a little red, but they held back their tears.
Only Atobe and Mochizuki Ryo were left in the ward to wait for Jiro to wake up so they could take him back.
The emergency room was dimly lit. Cilang lay on the hospital bed, sleeping soundly, his curly hair softly plastered to his forehead, looking completely unguarded.
Wang Yueling pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, while Atobe stood by the window, his back straight, the oppressive atmosphere around him gradually dissipating, yet he remained silent.
About half an hour later, a soft noise came from the hospital bed.
Jiro opened his eyes, blinked in confusion, looked at the unfamiliar white ceiling, then turned to look at Mochizuki Ryo by the bed and Atobe by the window. He was stunned for several seconds before he realized where he was.
"How...how did I end up in the hospital?"
His voice was hoarse, still groggy from just waking up, and his eyes were full of confusion.
Wang Yueling couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle his messy curly hair. "You were fast asleep on the bus just now, and we couldn't wake you up no matter what we did. It scared us half to death."
Cilang's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with deep self-reproach and panic. He sat up abruptly, his hands and feet trembling with fear.
"I'm...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to...I was just so tired, I didn't expect to fall asleep so soundly, I've caused everyone trouble..."
He lowered his head and hunched his neck, his voice growing softer and softer, the tips of his ears turning red, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be scolded.
Seeing his bewildered expression, Mochizuki Ryo and Atobe's worries turned into helpless smiles.
What else can we do?
You simply can't bring yourself to be fierce towards such an innocent and self-reproachful little lamb.
"It's good that you know you were wrong." Atobe finally spoke, with the authority of a department head, but without a trace of reproach. "You're not allowed to force yourself to stay up all night anymore. Tell me immediately if you're not feeling well."
His tone was serious, but Wang Yueling could hear the lingering fear beneath that seriousness.
"Yes..." Cilang nodded obediently, clutching the hem of his clothes, and whispered his promise, "I will never do it again."
Wang Yueling sighed, walked over and took Cilang's shoes, placing them by the bedside: "Alright, put on your shoes, I'll take you home."
"You're not going to scold me?" Jiro knew that Atobe had let him off the hook, so he tentatively asked his deskmate.
"What's the use of scolding you?" Wang Yueling helplessly acted as his human support, carefully instructing him: "You need to learn from this incident. Rest when you should, and don't scare us again."
Cilang nodded vigorously, his nods resembling those of a chick pecking at rice.
After confirming that there were no abnormalities in his body and completing the discharge procedures, Atobe had his driver bring his own private car over.
As soon as he got into the car, before he had even fastened his seatbelt, Cilang's head bobbed up and down, and he drifted off to sleep again.
Looking at the boy who had fallen asleep again beside her, Wang Yueling felt both helpless and amused. She gently lifted his head onto her shoulder to make him more comfortable, her eyes filled with emotion.
He recalled the first time he met Jilang. After he finished introducing himself, the little lamb was fast asleep on the desk in the classroom, drooling almost onto his textbook. He didn't wake up until almost the end of the class.
At that time, he felt that being able to sleep so unguarded was a very happy thing.
He still thinks that way now.