C.K. Ceekay, is she dead? Or was he taken abroad by his family for detoxification?

Location: Hospital Process: Unplug the infusion tube. Cause of death: suicide C.K. took more than 80 sleeping pills at the last desperate moment, and also injected ice. He cut his thigh and wrist with a dagger, and his wrist had deep bones, but his aunt found him around 9: 00 the next morning. He failed to commit suicide and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. The first night after the successful rescue. She chose to commit suicide again. Unplug the infusion tube. Edit this paragraph about C.K. Her grandfather is Irish, and she is a quarter Irish. To tell the truth, she looks a little scary. Actually, she's cute. Too bad she's dead. She's actually quite talented. Many record companies have looked for her, but I don't know why they didn't know her until she died. She is a pharmacist and a Gothic woman. She has a small face with a pointed chin and a black scorpion tattooed on her left face. I punched five holes at a time, an eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails and a horrible chest nail. She said: I will die again and again, proving that life is endless. She has a special voice and writes special lyrics. She, C.K.//Ceekay, has a special name, a special surname and a special death fan. In a word, she is special. Let's remember C.K. and that mysterious woman. Edit this passage, the last diary of C. K. I have a stomachache. Weird posture froze in the soft chair. Sweating all over. Probably hungry. I stood up in high spirits and went to find some baking soda cookies to eat. My stomach is cramped. Rush into the bathroom and retch. I can't spit anything out. I can only habitually squat down and pick my throat. When I put my finger in, I felt sick. Finally spit it out, and the gastric juice lubricated the esophagus. I just want to get rid of this discomfort. Digging for a minute or two, the fingertips are getting harder and harder. There are blood drops on the white tiles. I don't know if my nails hurt my throat or I have a nosebleed. In short, the throat and nose began to spray blood, mixed with stomach acid and filth. Your face and hands are covered with blood and saliva. I am hysterical. I just want to throw up everything in my stomach, so I will feel better. My eyes are black when I stand up. Stumbling against the wall for a while. I stared vaguely at myself in the bathroom mirror. This scene is repeated almost every year. I'm so tired. What festival is it today? It seems to be New Year's Eve. Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window was like day. Ears, but can't hear any sound. The nosebleed is still running. Slip through the corners of your mouth, drop down your chin and drop on your collarbone and chest. Sweet smell of fish. Wash your face with cold water at will. He cocked his neck motionless and finally stopped the nosebleed. Go back to your room. Go online. The dim light of the computer. Look at her signature and make fun of Mr. and Mrs. White. After watching her for a long time, she is still a door. Suddenly I cried.