deformed bone

It was early morning when Calvin was awake.

The rosy morning glow is inlaid above the deep blue sea level, and the sound of the waves is gentle and regular, like some kind of ancient and mysterious chant, which has continued from ancient times to the present.

He sat up slowly from the bed and stared at the magnificent scenery outside the window for a while.

The view is beautiful - that's natural, and the rents for houses in this area are not cheap.

But Calvin suddenly realized that after living here for so long, he seemed to notice the beauty of the scenery for the first time.

He noticed that he was in good shape, surprisingly good.

His mind became light and thorough as if it had been washed, and his thinking was clear and quick.The pain that had been lingering on his body for a long time disappeared like a sudden sensation. Calvin lowered his head and clenched his fists with his hands. His muscles swelled and then relaxed.

He frowned slightly, a little confused, he felt that he was in good condition, it was as if someone sneaked into his dream and sorted out every part of his body.Whether it is mental or physical, have reached an optimal state.

"God, how long has it been since I slept well..."

Calvin couldn't help a wry smile, then he ruffled his hair.

He didn't think too much, but simply attributed his good mood and state to the fact that he finally got a good night's sleep.

He wasted a little time for the first time, enjoying the magnificent and beautiful sunrise from his bed, and then he heard some movement from downstairs.Then he changed his clothes and went down the stairs, and saw the figure in the kitchen.

Calvin must admit that he was in a trance for a moment, as if he had suddenly fallen into one of those old family soap operas-the villa by the sea, the crisp morning, and waking up to see his partner busy in the kitchen.

But the moment the man in the kitchen turned his head to look at Calvin, Calvin woke up from that ridiculous fantasy.

"Fogg? Is that you?"

he asked with some surprise.

On the premise that the body did not speak or make any movements, Calvin just took a look and instantly recognized the identity of the person controlling the body - Fogg's pupils shrank instantly, and he took a deep look at Calvin , there was a momentary strange look in his eyes.But his emotions were always well controlled, and Calvin didn't notice any clues.

"Good morning, Calvin."

Fogg responded in his usual indifferent tone, he paused, and added an explanation, "It's just a routine replacement of personalities, and considering your surgery, I will temporarily control this body for a few days."

Calvin couldn't help rubbing the back of his head. He was actually more used to Virgil by his side, but now that he suddenly saw Fogg, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Fogg's eyes flashed.

"If you're more used to Virgil, I can—"

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Calvin quickly interrupted Fogg, he was almost afraid of the British man's sensitivity to emotions, he smiled at the latter, "I'm very happy You showed up, really, I was just... well, kind of taken aback. But I'm glad to have you here, and, do I keep forgetting to say thank you? Thank you for healing those wounds on my body .”

Calvin was referring to his gunshot wound in Angel Town.

"You don't have to thank me," Fogg replied, "You never need to thank me."

His answer made Calvin somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

Calvin could only smile, and then he walked into the kitchen and found that Fogg was actually making breakfast.

However, in his opinion, Fogg's breakfast production progress is a bit behind, because he is cutting a strip of bacon with the precision of surgery.

Calvin couldn't help squinting his eyes, was it his illusion?He always felt that Fogg looked a little...clumsy.

Sensing Calvin's gaze, Fogg looked straight at him, and their eyes met in the air for a few seconds, Calvin looked away awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead and don't worry about me."

Calvin laughed a few times, tried his best to maintain a natural state, and passed Fogg to get himself a cup of coffee.

oh damn...

Calvin murmured in his heart.

He doesn't know how to describe this state, there is an indescribable tension between him and Fogg, some of it may be because of his relationship with Virgilie (however fucking he and Virgilie are obviously the same individual), and others the way Fogg looked at him.

A few minutes ago Calvin was in a good mood because of his good state, but now he feels annoyed. If it wasn't for his good state, he might not have the time to notice Fogg's eyes...

In the depths of those eyes that seemed cold and indifferent, as if floating forever with a thin layer of ice, there was something other than the patient-patient relationship.

It's a bit embarrassing now...

Calvin thought, though even he himself didn't know what to be embarrassed about.

But then his attention was diverted from his girlish thoughts, because he suddenly smelled a strong burning smell.

"my God--"

Calvin turned his head and saw Fogg standing in front of the stove with a calm and expressionless posture, but the frying pan in front of him had already started to burn.

Calvin quickly controlled the fire with a pot cover and a wet towel before the smoke alarm screamed, but the carefully cut bacon and eggs could not escape the fate of being turned into coke.

"Feel sorry."

After looking at the things that can only be called "wreckage", Fogg calmly said to Calvin.

"I guess, as an Englishman, I do need some practice in cooking—"

"I come!"

Calvin stood in front of the stove.

He and Fogg looked at each other for another moment.

"What do you want to eat?" Calvin asked.

"..."

Half an hour later, Fogg and Calvin sat at the dining table and enjoyed their breakfast.

Compared with Virgil, their breakfast was a bit crude, but Fogg still showed noble table manners during the meal.

Calvin poured himself the third cup of coffee this morning, and the joy of the hot liquid pouring into his throat made him involuntarily let out a low sigh.Then he noticed Fogg looking at him.

"what happened?"

Calvin couldn't help asking.

"You look fine."

said Fogg.

Calvin raised the coffee cup in his hand at him: "I need to thank the coffee beans...and a good night's dream." He paused and then said, "I slept well last night, and I Guess I had a pretty good dream."

"Dream?"

"Well, a good dream I haven't had in a long time..."

Fogg tapped lightly on the table with his fingers.

Although he still appeared calm and composed on the surface, his spirit had already begun to tense up.Perhaps Calvin really thought it was a dream, but Fogg knew that it was not a dream.

"Maybe I should have said 'congratulations.'"

He said to Calvin, his voice somewhat stiff.But fortunately, Calvin seems to have gotten used to Fogg's way of speaking.

"Oh, it sounds kind of pathetic to get a 'congratulations' for a rare good night's sleep."

Calvin shrugged his shoulders, and then he gave a long stretch.

"Holy crap - sleep is fucking important, I feel like I'm so relaxed right now."

It’s really strange to say that no matter how Calvin recalled, he still couldn’t recall any details of that dream, but the relaxed and pleasant aftertaste still settled in his body, making him feel dizzy when he just remembered that dream. Can't help but feel comfortable.

"Including your back?"

Fogg asked tentatively.

Calvin was taken aback for a moment, as if at this moment he remembered that he had been tormented by the pair of wings on his body for a long time.But now... that unusually heavy and hot and painful feeling is completely gone.

"let me see."

Fogg came over and motioned for Calvin to take off his clothes.

Calvin did so without any mental hindrance, while Fogg stood behind him, watching the two long marks on his back in silence.

Compared with what Red Deer saw yesterday, the condition of the two dents on Calvin's back has improved significantly.Calvin's skin didn't show any sign of redness and swelling, the membrane under the slit turned a very light pink, they looked smooth and dry, and the slightly whitish organs under the membrane became clearer.

Those two indentations looked so perfect, they were so naturally embedded on Calvin's back, as if human beings should have these two narrow and slanted slits on their shoulder blades.

"what happened?"

The momentary silence of Fogg made Calvin a little uneasy, he turned his head and gave Fogg a strange look.

"It's okay, your injury has obviously improved, but..."

Fogg couldn't help stretching out his hand, and he gently touched the dent on Calvin's back.

"Well--"

Calvin snorted softly, his whole body trembled suddenly, and then fell forward, as if all the strength in his body had been completely taken away by someone...

Just like last night, Calvin's back was very sensitive to outside touch.

Extra sensitive.

Fogg firmly supported Calvin who almost slipped from the chair.

"Feel sorry."

He said.

And Calvin barely managed to hold his breath until dozens of seconds later, he looked at Fogg in horror, and put his hands behind his back in an attempt to touch his shoulder blades.

"God, what the hell happened to that just now, what's wrong with my back...?"

"Don't move." Fogg grabbed Calvin's wrist, "There's nothing wrong with it. In fact, your body is adapting to it."

"it?"

Calvin stiffened.

Fogg stared into Calvin's deep purple eyes - he couldn't miss the fragility, panic and bewilderment floating there, which made him feel an unbearable thirst.

"Your wings."

he said.

Calvin was silent for a moment, he stood up abruptly from the chair and rushed to the sink—he finally saw his wounds in the mirror.

He admitted that he was almost intimidated, the two sunken gaps were so natural, they existed completely naturally.

"Oh god damn it looks like it's growing on me?!"

"They are indeed 'growing' on you now." Fogg walked over and explained, and he said something later, but Calvin didn't care to listen.He tentatively touched the two dents in a rather awkward posture, and a tingling sensation like an electric current spread to his whole body along that part, and Calvin almost fell limply on Fu's body again. Fortunately, at the last moment, he held on to the edge of the washstand to stand firm.

"damn it--"

He let out a rather exasperated curse.

"It's a small piece of new growth, the cuticle is thin and nerve-dense—"

"To shut up."

Calvin interrupted Fogg's explanation.

"I don't care what my body does, I'm still going to figure out how to cut off the damn wings—"

This time, his words were also interrupted.

It's just that it wasn't Fogg or other personalities who interrupted him, but the screams from outside the house.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

It was a woman's scream, coming from the direction of the beach, and it could be heard from the sound that she was quite frightened, so even after such a distance, her shrill voice was still as sharp as a saw.

Fogg's expression changed slightly, he exchanged glances with Calvin, then he walked to the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

Calvin stopped behind Fogg, and he found that he couldn't move his steps.

thumping—

heartbeat.

call--

Breathing.

Tick, tick, tick—

The sound of the clock turning.

Then came the loud, distant din of the crowd.

"Oh, dear, dear!"

"vomit……"

"My God, what the hell is that..."

……

For a moment, Calvin only felt that the scene in front of him was inexplicably familiar.

It's like going back in time, like reappearing in the past.

The familiar ominous premonition even made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Fogg only stood by the window for a short period of time, and then he quickly turned around to look at Calvin.

"Go upstairs. Don't stop anywhere where other people can see you."

he said to Calvin.

He didn't tell Calvin what happened on the beach, but out of a wonderful intuition, Calvin felt that he had perceived the truth.

"Someone died, right?"

he asked softly.