What happened to Isaac?

Early the next morning, Isaac went to bed late.Xavier put his ear to the door of Isaac's room, and there was no movement at all.

Are you still sleeping?He turned the doorknob and found that the door was unlocked. When he opened the door, he saw Isaac sitting on the windowsill.Xavier called him softly, but got no response. He walked over and saw that Isaac had fallen asleep leaning against the window frame, and the cold wind blew his skin cold.

When Xavier came to his side, Isaac didn't wake up, but just sniffed, his tail unconsciously curled up and wrapped around Xavier's wrist, the blunt tip of the tail slid across Xavier's palm, the touch was smooth and cold, It seems to be snaking.

"Don't sleep here, Isaac, wake up." Xavier wanted to shake Isaac to wake him up, but as soon as he put his hands on Isaac's shoulders, he opened his eyes instantly, and the suddenly twisted tail made Xavier a little painful .

"Are you okay?" Xavier asked.

Isaac blinked, took a deep breath—inhaled, exhaled, and then his whole body relaxed, and his tail loosened.He fell back on top of Xavier, muttering, "My head hurts."

"Isn't it normal to have a headache with a hangover and cold wind?" Xavier sighed, rubbing his temples with his hands, "There is breakfast for you on the table, I won't wait for you to eat it together I'm going to church today."

Isaac muttered vaguely, "So today is Sunday." Then he got down from the window sill, threw himself on the bed, got into the quilt and fell asleep again.He pulled the quilt up high to cover his nose, and Xavier, who was always worried, felt suffocated when he saw it. After thinking about it, he decided to tuck the quilt up to his chin for Isaac.

Xavier stood by the bed and stared at Isaac for a moment.Sometimes he would silently stare at his cat or the blue and white porcelain vase like this, for no particular reason.

Knock knock.Daisy, two ties in hand, knocked cautiously at the door.Xavier fastened the buttons and looked up at his watch once—it was time to go, so he drew the curtains, closed the door softly, and clicked.

Isaac pulled the quilt back over his head with a whoosh.

**

Today is cloudy and cloudy is a crowded day for a Sunday.On rainy days, most people are reluctant to go out; on sunny days, it is too suitable for going out for picnics, so cloudy days are exclusive days for worship.

The church was overcrowded, and as far as the eye could see, Xavier was the only angel present.

Usually, when you find out that heaven is just a place name, faith falls apart.The reason why Xavier insisted on going to the Catholic Church every week was due to his habit during his lifetime on the one hand, and on the other hand, as a businessman, it was easier to believe in religion than not to believe in it.Just as people who like children or animals tend to be more trustworthy, it's well worth taking the time to go through the motions.

After the church service, Xavier opened the small notepad he carried with him to confirm the schedule: at noon, he should return to visit Sir Fisher, and there would be a dance in the evening.Rich single young men are always forced to spend a lot of time on this kind of boring pastime. For more than 200 years, Xavier has been completely tired of this trick of coming and going, and the rest is only numb and mechanically proficient .

He counted the time, and felt that there was still time to go home and change into a pair of softer shoes, so that if he was left late at noon, he could go directly to the dance.Returning home in a hurry, Xavier only had time to meet Isaac who had just woken up. Before leaving, he asked him to buy new sealing paint, but forgot to add what color he wanted.When Xavier remembered this important point, Sir Fisher's manor was close at hand.

When Xavier got off the car, it was 5 minutes earlier than the appointed time on the invitation. Sir Fisher showed a satisfied expression, introduced his eldest daughter to him, and then decided to let the young lady lead him before dinner. Walking around the estate - there was no way Xavier didn't know what that meant.

It is rumored that Xavier Jr., a rookie in society, earns at least [-] pounds a year, and has several estates under his name, which are located in Devonshire and Derbyshire respectively; although he is not tall enough, he has a pale and weak appearance. In terms of demeanor and a diploma from Cambridge University... Of course, none of these can compare to the most important point, being unmarried.

The two walked side by side in the shade, and Miss Fisher's casual inquiry made Xavier feel really uncomfortable.Although the jazz cannot be hereditary, Mr. Fisher is indeed considered a nobleman now, and Xavier is just an ordinary timber merchant no matter how rich he is.

He realized from Miss Fisher's words that the old man not only wanted him to marry Miss Fisher, but also married him.

What dream?he thinks.

When Miss Fisher was talking, Xavier turned her head to look at her, and when she noticed that her gaze was turning her head, she hastily lowered her eyelashes, as if she didn't dare to look at her.In this way, Miss Fisher blushed.

In fact, Xavier walks with any woman with this expression, and he never skimps on things that don't cost money, and the results are always good.

There was nothing wrong with the lady next to her, her blushing cheeks were even a bit cute, but Xavier was confident that he would be prettier than her in the dress.She is really not as beautiful as her mother. In the final analysis, old Fisher polluted the good genes.He had a smile on his face, but he felt very bored in his heart. He thought it would be more interesting to teach Isaac to read at home than here-Isaac was very difficult to learn, so in the end they would draw out cards to play blackjack.

Xavier originally thought that today would pass in such a boring way, but unexpectedly there was an exciting episode during lunch.

Miss Fisher, who was his age, sat to his left, and Mrs. Fisher sat across from him.Xavier clearly felt a line of sight from the left coming over frequently, secretly watching him; although Mrs. Fisher on the opposite side didn't look at him, she rubbed his calf with her toe under the table.

Sir Fisher didn't notice anything unusual and was still talking freely.

When Mrs. Fisher's sole stepped lightly on the toe of Xavier's shoe, he acted like a stunned rabbit, lowering his head and daring no one to look at him, as if shy, but secretly laughing inwardly.

For a moment, Xavier couldn't help thinking, if old Fisher knew about the tricks under the table, would he still dare to marry the young lady to him?

……

After a lunch for nothing, Xavier was indeed left late, and then drove Miss Fisher to the evening dance together.While driving, he rolled down the window and Miss Fisher asked why?Xavier told her that her dark hair looked beautiful in the wind.But in fact, even Xavier himself didn't want to admit it, he was actually a little worried that some dog-nosed succubus would lose his temper if he smelled it.

Afterwards, the dance was naturally very successful. He danced two songs with a few ladies at random, and then, in order to be lazy, he sat down and played the piano for everyone until the end of the dance.

It was almost bedtime when we got home, Xavier took out his key and was about to open the door, when suddenly, a person jumped out from the bushes around him, frightening him so much that his wings were so frightened.

"Don't get excited, it's me." The man came out from the shadows, and through the moonlight, Xavier saw clearly that it was Isaac.There was a two-finger-wide blood hole in his abdomen, and the blood gushed out with his breath. The wet blood wet the hem of his clothes and snaked all the way to his ankle.

He took out a small box from his pocket, which contained several strips of wax of different colors: "I don't know what color you want, so I just bought them all."

"...Jesus, don't worry about the wax," Xavier was so surprised that all the keys fell on the ground, "what did you do?"

"I came back early, so I was hiding in the grass for fear of scaring Daisy and the others," Isaac shrugged, "Hmph, I thought you were staying in the church tonight."

Xavier helped Isaac into the house and put the first aid kit in the study. He asked, "Do you have the strength to walk up?"

Isaac said yes.

He took off his clothes, and the penetrating wound on the abdomen was revealed, and the dried blood around it was reddish brown, moist and sticky.Xavier thought it was a gunshot wound at first, but when he turned on the lamp, he realized that it was not. There was still rust around the wound, which inevitably reminded people of iron rods and other utensils.

Xavier frowned and asked him what was going on, but the succubus suddenly burst out laughing, spraying alcohol on his face: "Do you know how many words it takes to write a report to apply for a new head?"

Xavier said nothing.

"This number," Isaac stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, "Add four zeros! Hahahaha..."

Xavier didn't speak, burned the tweezers on the candlestick, picked up the cotton wool and cleaned around the wound.

"Why don't you talk, Mr. Xavier." Isaac leaned over drunkenly and grabbed his wrist to keep him from moving.The drunk man's hands were not light or hard, pinching Xavier very painfully.

If Xavier had managed to keep his composure before, this gesture really pissed him off.He struggled to break away from Isaac, snap!He tore off the gloves and threw them on the desk, and said through gritted teeth: "Ai, Sa, Ke! Have you ever thought that if you were not a demon, you might die of tetanus, or die from blood loss before you get tetanus. Treatment I don't think you need therapy at all, there is no point in doing this, I really want to know if you ever fucking think of yourself as a thing?"

Isaac shrank his neck and was silenced by the training. His expression was aggrieved, decadent and resentful, but Xavier didn't feel any trace of remorse from him at all.

The two looked at each other, and finally, Xavier compromised, took a pair of gloves and put them on again, and said, "Lie down."

So Isaac lay down obediently, closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead. No matter how much Xavier slapped and shook him, he would not move. If the tail hadn't been entangled quietly and fawningly dawdling, he would really have passed out.

After finishing bandaging the completely uncooperative wound, Xavier went downstairs to make a pot of tea and brought it up. He saw Isaac staring blankly at the table, gnawing his nails seriously, and took the nail pieces off his lips. In the shape of a half moon, it was neatly placed on the table.

Click, click, click.

The repeated movements made Xavier anxious.

"Aren't you going to bed?" Xavier asked.

"What about you?" Isaac asked.

Xavier sat down at the desk, filled the pen with ink, put on his glasses, and spread out the letter paper: "Go and help me find the envelope... and cut a piece of wax by the way."

Isaac cut a piece of wax for him.

"Red," said Xavier.

Isaac picked out red wax from the box, cut it and put it in a wax spoon, struck a match, lit a candle, and baked it evenly on the outer flame with a small iron spoon with a wooden handle.While doing this, out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at Xavier's letter, which was in a fancy handwriting, different from what he usually wrote at work, and he only understood that it began with a greeting to Mrs. Fisher.

"It's really exquisite." Isaac sighed.

Xavier smiled, said nothing, and asked, "Would you like some aspirin?"

Isaac shook his head, looking indifferent.

"I said, Isaac," Xavier asked after a moment of silence, "have you considered seeing a psychiatrist?"

Isaac was about to seal the envelope when he heard these words, his hands trembled, and the melted wax accidentally burned his hands.Without a word he sealed the letter with what was left of the wax, stamping it with a metal stamp with a Gothic "X."

"Why?" Isaac said, "I'm not sick."

When Xavier looked over, he quickly hid his hands behind his back, the burnt part stinging and stinging.

"Just go check it out and prescribe meds if necessary. It will make life easier for you and me," Xavier said. "Did I tell you? I was on antidepressants for a long time after the war. Medicine, there is nothing to shy away from."

Isaac pursed his lips tightly, his Adam's apple was always rolling nervously, and his eyes wandered, as if they never fell into place.

Xavier fell silent.He didn't know what he said wrongly that made Isaac so nervous, which made him a little uneasy, after all, his intention was not to intimidate Isaac.But it was precisely because of his inability to empathize that when Xavier noticed for the third time those anxious green eyes deliberately avoiding communication, he became a little impatient.

Xavier asked, "So what do you think?"

Isaac raised his eyes and asked stammeringly, "Am I causing you trouble? I won't ask you any more. If you mind me——I can wait for my injury to heal before I come back."

Isaac's eyes were fixed on the floor, and his hands were churned together behind his back. The wax formed hard lumps on his wound, and he picked it off, and the blisters also burst, stinging.The sting made him sober up instantly.

He actually knew that he had no leverage to bargain with Xavier.He lives in Xavier's house, occupies the bedroom originally prepared for guests, wears good cloth, and doesn't even need to shave his beard; Tea or? Coffee has more sugar than Xavier.

I have nothing.Isaac inevitably thought of this, and even my whole being belonged to him.Xavier could have asked him to do anything he liked, or to him, but no.

Xavier pressed him on the chair patiently, and poured another cup of hot tea for Isaac.When the succubus was holding the cup in a daze, he said: "I don't know what you are worried about, but if you don't like it, we won't go. This is a very simple thing, don't think too complicated. "

"But if," Isaac began tentatively, "if I'm a madman, will you drive me away?"

"Don't worry about that. Do you think I can't see how crazy you are now?"

Isaac shook his head: "If you really knew what I was thinking, you would think I was terrible."

"Honestly, I don't care much what you think," Xavier said, "if you want to wring my head off, as long as you don't do it."

After saying this, Isaac stopped talking.His shoulders slackened and his expression shifted subtly, but it was still very distressed, as if it was just changing from one kind of uneasiness to another, and either way, it was an emotion that Xavier couldn't read.

After a while, Xavier heard Isaac mutter softly, "You're fucking weird, Langdon."

Next is an H branch, which may contain factors that make you uncomfortable, and skipping it will not have any impact on the reading of the text.Still willing to read click on my homepage to find "Isaac's Not Well" - "The House Dog"