deformed bone

Time: seven thirty in the morning.

Venue: Vigili Apartments

pain.

Burning pain came from his back.

Calvin twitched, his breathing almost stopped.

"... Calvin?"

Reid waved his hand in front of him and made a questioning sound.

Calvin hoped that he could forcibly hold back the pain that had accompanied him for many years like before, but this time the pain still slightly exceeded his limit.

His eyes were open, and he seemed to be staring at Reed, but in fact his vision was so empty that he couldn't see clearly.

Around him and Reed were scattered things that needed to be packed into backpacks.They were due to leave in an hour.Reed is a very careful person, but it can be seen that he is not very good at storage.

According to the agreement, Reed would find a way to send Calvin away from the City of Angels today.He had a car owned by Virgili's father's company in his garage, and it was around this time of year that the family would spend some time camping in a national park or beach to keep their shaky relationship alive.But this year both his father and mother had gone to England, so Reed, or rather, Virgilie, became the poor little one who went alone.

In terms of emotion and reason, if he drove out to relax, no one would be able to tell what was abnormal.

But Calvin couldn't leave.

Because he was clearly ill.

No one knows if it's something wrong with what he ate in that so-called heavenly projection (after all, he probably got it from a bunch of dead people anyway), or if he was just too mentally loaded leading to the collapse of the body.

"I'm fine...no..."

He struggled to speak, but with another wave of moves, hallucinatory spots appeared in front of his eyes, golden, black, and white spots fluttered in his vision like snowflakes.

He could no longer see Reed who was close at hand, the suspicious green-eyed man left only a flesh-colored outline in Calvin's eyes, and black spots gathered behind him, forming a thick black spot shadow.

"You...what's the matter...God...you..."

Reed's voice sounded like it was coming from a broken shortwave radio, and he sounded like ten thousand kilometers away from Calvin.

Calvin's body shook, and then he fell forward feebly and fell heavily into Reed's arms.

……

The angel is smiling.

No, that's not an angel—

Devoured, that woman, that was someone he knew, she was in that blur, stepping on abscesses and blood blisters, walking along a fleshy throat towards the monster's stomach .

Evil, filthy, reversed cross.

blood.

……

When Calvin woke up again, he was lying on his side in the soft bedding.

His head was swollen and painful, and his forehead and cheeks were emitting heat like boiled eggs.There were bursts of pain in his back, as if he had been smeared with some medicine, and those jelly ointments tried hard to bring him some coolness.

[The reversed cross is reflected in the blood-stained mirror. 】

The moment Calvin woke up, he felt some images flashing through his mind, but like most people who want to remember their nightmares, he didn't remember anything in the end.

Only the intense unhappiness brought about by that image remained vividly in Calvin's body.

"Calvin! You're awake—"

The brown-haired man lying beside Calvin's bed jumped up in surprise, his voice was still vague.

"I……"

As soon as Calvin opened his mouth, he could hear his jaws rattling.

"You have a high fever," Reed said sweetly in Calvin's ear. "You have wounds on your back that have festered. I think your wounds may be infected. You are burning very badly now. I'll give you I took some medicine, but I think further diagnosis will probably wait for Fogg to wake up... How do you feel now?"

Calvin blinked slowly.

Reed saw the wound on his back?

Calvin felt he should be terrified or outraged that the wound was arguably his greatest secret, a symbol of his forbidden childhood.Except for Dr. Holden and Isaac, Calvin didn't let anyone see those two ugly scars.

However, he is really too sick now.The heat made his brain chaotic, and those angry and frightened emotions seemed to be isolated from his nerves through a thick plastic film.

He was very tired, and he believed that the medicine Reed had given him contained painkillers, as evidenced by the fact that his body was now as heavy as a dead man.

"I should...leave...here..."

He spoke in fits and starts.

Reed leaned forward, brushing back Calvin's sweat-drenched hair, his green eyes glowing with a feline luminescence.

"Your body can't hold on. Anyway, you have to at least let the high fever cool down before thinking about the next thing." His thumb slowly slid along the corner of Calvin's eyes, and his cool fingertips outlined Look at the delicate jawline of the other party.This was a rather intimate gesture, and it could even be said that it was a little out of bounds, but Calvin, who was in chaos, obviously didn't notice it.

"But... dangerous..."

His throat was a little swollen due to the high fever, which made it inevitable for him to speak intermittently. His voice was low and hoarse, with a strong nasal sound. When he took a breath, he made a slight gasp.

It can be said that Reid's eyes darkened in an instant.

His throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Leaving now is the most dangerous move." Reed said softly, his eyes fixed on Calvin's red cheekbones and bloodshot lips, the latter's skin was emitting heat.He felt a shudder running through his body.

"... There have been some accidents in the city, and the vehicles entering and leaving the city are being strictly checked." He cleverly concealed the words of the Adventists and said, "A person who has a high fever and has to go out of the city is the worst for them. It's suspicious, the top priority now is that you have to work hard to recover... You never told me that you were injured so badly, those two wounds on your back..."

"It's just an old wound."

Calvin gritted his teeth and said.

He actually couldn't understand why the wound on his back became so serious this time.He felt weaker than ever, and just trying to pull himself together to have this conversation with Reed made his headaches and nausea worse.Moreover, he didn't know if it was a hallucination caused by the high fever, but he always felt that there was a strong smell of incense lingering around him.

It's like the scent he smelled on his skin when Reed reminded him before.

Reed's hand was on his forehead.

Calvin's brow relaxed unconsciously. Although he had never liked anyone to be too close to him, Reed's hand was cold (at least compared to his current body temperature), and when he Calvin couldn't resist feeling a little comfortable as his hands pressed against his hot, almost smoking skin.

"Your heat is coming up again."

Reed said with some concern.

"Let me see your back - I have to find a way to suppress the inflammation on your back."

Calvin felt that Reed's voice sounded particularly hoarse, and then Reed apologized in a low voice. He pressed Calvin's shoulder and forced Calvin to lie on the bed.

"Well, no..."

Calvin let out a low whimper instinctively, but his struggle was weak.

Reed pinned him down forcefully, then reached out and lifted his loose cotton pajamas.Calvin's back exposed to the thin chill was exposed, and the cool air in the room brushed against his skin, and he shivered. In Reed's view, Calvin's slender waist trembled.

Reed was glad that in this position, Calvin couldn't see his own feverish, contorted face.

Calvin's body, like his perfect face, is God's meticulous masterpiece.

The delicate and smooth skin is like a marble sculpture, every slight ups and downs presents an amazing beauty, the heat makes his skin a beautiful blush, and the fine sweat soaks this perfect skin.

"Go away—"

Calvin growled hoarsely.

He was quite uncomfortable with being stared at his back—it was, after all, the most private part of his mind.

Reid didn't immediately respond to him.

"I just... need... your wound needs medicine."

Reed replied that neither he nor Calvin realized how incoherent the statement was.

Calvin tilted his head as he saw Reed reach for a jar of translucent white gel from the bedside table.Then he felt Reed's cold fingers slide down his back, the latter's fingers were wet and lubricated, and the bitter smell of the medicine filled the air.

Maybe, as Reed claimed, he was just drugging Calvin.Yet the terrible feeling of those two wounds being touched drove Calvin almost mad.

This time he struggled harder than before.

"Don't touch that—"

His brain was heavy, only the panic was clear, permeating his whole body.