Registration, finding a doctor, setting up an IV drip, feeding medicine... he didn't leave her side for a moment.
In the hospital room, he closed the windows tightly and turned on the heater.
Lilac Serval was still drunk, lying on the bed in a daze, motionless, her cheeks flushed red.
It was late at night.
Charles Mcintosh sat at the bedside covering her with a blanket, silently watching her face.
Until his phone rang.
It was that boy called Little Eleven.
Charles stood up, walked to the smoking room, and after lighting a cigarette, he leisurely answered the call.
"Mr. Mcintosh, did you find Sister Lilac? I'm still at her apartment, she didn't come back, and the rain outside is so heavy, she didn't take her phone..."
Charles took a drag on his cigarette, smoke shrouding half of his face: "She was with you tonight?"
"Yes, she's been with me the whole time."
"You took her to the bar drinking?"
