For the first time, they truly understood that Fei's grave illness could not be reversed.
Even though he seemed to be doing fairly well.
They watched Zhou Mo care for him with practiced ease. In the end, Zhou Mo even reassured 3A, telling them not to blame themselves. "Fei was really happy today. We rarely see him this happy. It was really good of you to come visit him."
He said Fei spent most of his time alone. Although he liked having people around, he rarely showed his emotions, and low spirits were his normal state.
The medical personnel always tried to cheer him up, but very few things could make him happy.
When Fei woke again, his condition was noticeably different. Knowing he was having an episode, he gripped the bed rails and held it in for a while before he could no longer stop himself from throwing up.
Zhou Mo told him not to hold it in if he needed to vomit.
But Fei felt embarrassed by the sorry state he was in, and eventually pulled the blanket over his face.
Xu Duoduo reached out to pat his blanket. "Don't cry. Do you still feel sick?"
Qin Luo and the other three grown men exchanged helpless looks, unsure how to comfort him.
They were getting increasingly good at comforting Xu Duoduo, but that was about it.
How were they supposed to comfort someone else?
Other people weren't their little zombie. If they tried soothing someone the same way, wouldn't they be taken for creeps?
Fei bit his lip and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry. Did I gross you out? I'm sorry."
He felt his personality wasn't good at all. He was forever a pessimist.
Xu Duoduo didn't understand, but she could sense his distress. "Why would