What happened to Isaac?

Isaac fell into depression in the small dark room.For the first three days, he did not touch the food brought in at all, but it is difficult to explain why his body is still as strong as inflated without eating anything.Under the deterrence of the prison guards, he could only push the boat along and eat a little.

"Prisoner 24601 went crazy after eating two meals after a hunger strike!"

In the middle of the night, the prison guards rushed over after hearing the news, and were startled by the continuous bang bang sound coming from inside through the iron gate.He opened the door and saw that 24601, that is, Isaac, was facing the wall and repeatedly bumped his forehead against the wall.Boom, boom, boom, boom...

"God, is he sleepwalking?" A prison guard rushed in, hugged Isaac's waist and dragged him backward, but he couldn't resist the demon's strength at all.Isaac was still banging his head against the wall, with blood streaming from his forehead, "Another one! I can't drag him!"

Another prison guard rushed in to help. He held Isaac's forehead as a buffer with one hand, and pulled him back with the other. This time, Isaac only struggled a little, and soon obeyed meekly.

"He has been hungry for three days, how much strength does he have?" The prison guard who came to help whispered, "I think you are lazy. Well, send him to the doctor."

**

"What's the matter? Let me see..." The doctor was woken up suddenly, obviously very unhappy, and he was still wearing plaid pajamas under his white coat.He adjusted his thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, yawned and looked over——

"Why is it you again?!" Isaac, who was covered in blood, and Xavier, who was wearing pajamas and white coat, looked at each other and screamed in unison.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"I used to be a military doctor, do you think there is anyone more worthy of sitting here than me?" After a while, Xavier took the lead to break the deadlock, "But you, I heard that you hurt yourself while sleepwalking, where else did you hurt besides your forehead? Take off your clothes and show me."

"No," said Isaac stiffly, "only the forehead."

"Do you still need me to coax you?" Xavier clicked his tongue impatiently, "the blood is coming out of the clothes."

Isaac had to reluctantly take off his clothes, which made Xavier frown frequently.Clothes stuck to the half-healed wound, and tore apart when pulled, bleeding intermittently.He took off himself cleanly after three times, five times and two times. The injuries on his body were very serious, and they were no longer the same group as those more than 200 years ago.

"You're quite capable." Xavier took out the medicine and gauze swabs from the medicine cabinet, his eyes resting on the thin scabs on Isaac's knees for a moment, and his brows furrowed even tighter.Isaac smiled and said, "You know a lot, doctor." Xavier responded by gouging him out from under his glasses.

"See what this is?" Xavier turned the little label on the bottle to him.

"H202?" Isaac leaned over and read it word by word.

"It's not 0, it's O, but it doesn't matter," Xavier opened the lid, "There is one thing you need to be very careful about."

Isaac tilted his head and put his ears close, Xavier said with a smile, "That's to endure." Then he poured hydrogen peroxide disinfectant on his inflamed wound.

"Ow!"

what happened? No pain-free anti-inflammatory drug can be invented in 200 years, human civilization is coming to an end!Isaac yelled, jumped up and ran, but was slapped back on the chair by the angel's wings that suddenly spread.

"Calm down," Xavier said.

"Fuck you." Isaac gave him a middle finger, but Xavier took his hand.

Under normal circumstances, Isaac's fingers and claws are long and sharp, but now they are all broken, so short that the nail bed is almost exposed, the fractures are hairy and burr, and the nail seams are covered with a layer of black and red blood scabs.

"What's wrong with you, Isaac?" Xavier asked worriedly.

Isaac shrugged: "Do your business, doctor."

Xavier turned his eyes slowly, slowly, and remained silent.He really wanted to restrain himself from getting angry with a demon who might have mental problems, if this guy hadn't taken the opportunity to scurry into the cabinet and couldn't get out no matter what.

"Do you think it would be appropriate for someone to come in and see this scene?" Xavier raised his head and met Isaac's gaze.

"Small problem, let's say that your cat has become a sperm."

"..." Xavier's eyes were calm, and the back molars had begun to rub against each other.

"We can discuss it, Xavier. For example, if you put away that 202, I will come down."

"It's for your own good, otherwise the wound infection will give you a high fever."

"What? I'm healed, scabbed. You're taking revenge on me."

Xavier inhaled—exhaled, unable to calm down for a long time.Guys who don't believe in doctors deserve to die, right now, right now.

"Okay, fine, do whatever you want." He put all the bottles and jars into the box in a desperate manner.Isaac squatted on the cabinet, hesitated for a moment, and climbed down with hands and feet at an extremely fast speed.He certainly weighed a lot, but there was almost no sound when he landed on the ground, only the slap of his toes and claws on the ground.

"... Then I went back?" He asked hesitantly.

Xavier took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose wearily: "Do you really want to go in again? Rest on this bed tonight. I'll see and send you back to the cell tomorrow."

Hearing this, Isaac immediately rushed to the small bed in the infirmary, lay on the musty-smelling mattress, leaned on his arm and tilted his head to watch Xavier clean up the entire infirmary: "Hey, Birdman .”

Without looking back, Xavier snorted from his nasal cavity to express his doubts.

"You could have left me alone," Isaac closed his eyes and asked vaguely, his breath was already very gentle, "Why not, are you in love with me?"

Isaac's voice was as low and gentle as a viola, making the poor straight angel shiver with nausea.

Isaac buried his head in the pillow, let out a muffled laugh, and scratched his back with the tip of his tail; Xavier took off his white coat and hung it up, turned off the light, and there were only two people for a while breathing.

"...Good night, Xavier." Suddenly, he heard a very small voice.Xavier turned his head to look, but the demon buried his head in the pillow, motionless, as if asleep.

"Well, you too. Don't fight with your toenails anymore." Xavier's temporary bedroom was separated from the infirmary by a door, and he locked it habitually, but when he looked at his hand on the door When looking at the neatly trimmed nails on his hands, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scarred succubus in the infirmary.

**

Perhaps because the wound was not treated, and the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, Isaac developed a high fever in the middle of the night.When he woke up from the chaotic dream, curled up into a ball with a cold tremor, silently suppressing the sobs in his throat, he suddenly noticed that the door of Xavier's bedroom was half closed, and the thin moonlight stepped across the unclosed curtains , leaning on the door frame, did not take a step forward.