deformed bone

Calvin could feel his wings.

It is located at the position of his shoulder blade, and there is only a small piece of it now, but Calvin clearly knows that it will not take long, that weird bony protrusion will start to grow, stretch, and press heavily on his back , making it extremely difficult for him to even raise his arms.

The thing that frightened him was that so many years had passed since the illegal operation in the underground clinic, when the damn wings reappeared, Calvin was so familiar with its existence, as if In the past ten years, the pair of strange and deformed wings have always existed.

Compared with the severe pain in his back, what made Calvin's spirit on the verge of collapse was the ominous omen that was infinitely approaching him - when he was a fragile and small child, that man kept yelling at him day and night. Instill the so-called "chosen son" theory.

【"You are destined to be different, Calvin, this is your destiny..."】

Daniel's ghostly whispers came from the distant past, and Calvin shuddered at the memories that came to mind.

He probably lost control for a while - Calvin's memory of that time is only hazy, and the only clear thing is that kind of chaotic but real pain.

In addition to that, Virgil's voice sounded indistinct as if it came from the bottom of the water 300 meters away.

"Calvin... will be fine... don't... calm down..."

Those broken syllables are so incomprehensible, at least to Calvin now.However, it is undeniable that it was Virgili's continuous comfort and companionship that made Calvin slowly wake up from the chaos.

"it hurts……"

Calvin whispered, then fell silent, he began to adjust his breathing in an attempt to get everything back on track.

After his consciousness returned to his body, the first thing Calvin felt was the body temperature of the young man, as well as that special, reassuring breath.

His body is still a little out of control, his hands and feet are still slightly convulsed, and at this moment, he is lying on Virgil's lap.

His companion was holding him tightly, his lips pressed against his already sweaty hair.

"It's all right, Calvin, it's over..."

Calvin heard Virgil repeat.

Almost as soon as Calvin quieted down, Virgil noticed his return.

"Oh, God, Calvin, Calvin, are you awake? How are you feeling now?"

The green-eyed youth looked deliriously ecstatic.

He finally loosened Calvin's arms.

Calvin let Virgil carefully lay him flat on the bed.

Virgili poured Calvin a glass of ice-cold lemonade, and Calvin tried to pick it up, but his hands shook like a 90-year-old with Parkinson's.Some water poured from the mouth of the clear glass onto the blanket.

Then Virgil took the glass from his hand, and the young man supported Calvin's neck with one hand, and brought the glass to Calvin's lips with the other hand.

His movements are skilled, gentle, with an imperceptible desire to control.

Calvin naturally sipped lemonade from his hand like a child under Virgil's control.

He didn't realize how thirsty he was until the cold liquid trickled down his throat, probably because of this, he didn't realize that Virgil's gaze was always on his slender neck.

While Calvin was trying to make the lemonade calm his body and soul, Virgili seemed to be suffering from thirst, his throat rolled.

"You're better, aren't you?"

After the cup was empty, Virgili said to Calvin, who smiled, then suddenly leaned forward, and wiped away the remaining sweat and tears on Calvin's face with his cuff...

When Virgil withdrew his hand, Calvin saw blood stains on Virgil's cuff, and he realized that he had a nosebleed just now due to excessive excitement.

You don't need to look in the mirror to know that now he must look extremely embarrassed and pathetic.

As for Virgil, of course, he still looks like the handsome and sloppy rich man who is a little too young, but that doesn't mean he's not embarrassed.

In fact, the two people sitting on the bed looked very bad.

Vigilie's clothes were messy, his beautiful and soft brown hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands, and the skin of his exposed neck and wrists was covered with red scratches, some of which were Bloodshot, Calvin even saw an obvious tooth mark on Virgil's arm, and there was no doubt that it was also his masterpiece.

"damn it--"

Calvin looked at Virgil, and couldn't help but groaned.

He couldn't figure out what he had been doing during the period of unconsciousness, but based on past experience, he might have gone crazy.The same thing had happened before, but it was a long time ago: two or three years after Calvin was adopted by Dr. In a kind of irrational mental breakdown.

He screams, howls, attempts to injure himself, and then frantically attacks anyone who approaches him like a frightened cat.According to Dr. Holden, this is a manifestation of mental trauma.

The kind and forgiving old man reassured the adolescent Calvin with his brand new home, telling Calvin that everything would be alright if only Calvin was strong enough—even Calvin himself believed that it was all over.

Who would have thought that one day he would turn into a lunatic again in front of Virgil.

"I……"

Calvin stretched out his hand weakly, his fingertips touched the bite marks on Virgil's wrist, and he felt Virgili tremble slightly.

"I know you're sorry. But it's not your fault."

A soft voice came from the young man's mouth.

Calvin met Vigily's gaze, and then realized that the latter's eyes looking at him were still as soft as silk.

"You're just going through PTSD," Vigili whispered.

"Me, stress disorder? Jesus, you make me sound like a victim."

Calvin retorted instinctively, his voice hoarse, but not as weak as when he first woke up.

"But you are."

Virgil looked at Calvin and said firmly.

"I--"

Calvin looked up and glanced at Virgil.

The atmosphere between the two of them stiffened for a moment—obviously, they didn't need too many extra explanations, but they both knew exactly what they were talking about.

The fire in Angeltown, or to use a more accurate description, the massacre.

And Virgili's young face showed a rare toughness.

He held Calvin's hand firmly, and leaned forward slightly: "Honestly, I shouldn't have told you about this, Fogg said we should give you more time, but I still want to say——you didn't do anything wrong."

Calvin opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't organize the words well. He could only watch Virgil's lips move: "Since that explosion, we haven't talked much about it, right? The incident in Angel Town ...you're not cold-blooded enough to ignore that."

"I just want to say that those people should have died, you just did what you were supposed to do."

"I killed those people."

Calvin replied coldly.

Virgil gently caressed Calvin's face, his hands were unexpectedly cold and smooth, but inexplicably made Calvin feel at ease.

"Those people are sinners."

"But I still killed them..." Calvin's breathing became a little short again.

Virgil moved a little closer.

Calvin could almost see his reflection in Virgil's emerald green eyes.

"Calvin, you know that I am really obsessed with your kindness and purity, but at this moment, I almost hate your beautiful qualities. You are killing yourself, your sense of guilt and morality... …shouldn’t be on those guys.” Vigili paused, “Think about that little girl.”

He said.

Calvin shuddered.

"Calvin, don't let your kindness and morality be your shackles."

Virgili leaned close to Calvin's ear and whispered, his lips touched Calvin's earlobe lightly, and dropped a series of feather-like kisses.

Calvin was almost convinced.

Even though he could still feel the burning pain from the bone spurs on his shoulder blades, he still felt that he might just have PTSD, as Vigilie said, for a few moments.

However, the existence of wings did not leave Calvin with room to escape from reality.

Calvin knew it was inside him...

"My back—"

Calvin spoke abruptly, but quickly stopped talking.

His sudden stop seemed to have caused Virgili to misunderstand something.

"The wound on your back is a bit infected, that's why you are in such unbearable pain. Fogg said he will find a way to deal with it. Of course, I think he should at least prepare the painkillers first."

Virgil said sadly.

"It's not about the wound."

"what?"

Virgil was taken aback for a moment.

Calvin stared straight into Virgil's emerald green eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and after a moment he spoke slowly: "It's not the wound...it's the wings."

"On my back, a pair of deformed wings are growing."