"Sit down, let me check your blood test."
The door closed with a click behind him. I opened my eyes, blinked, trying to concentrate. I felt dizzy and leaned my head on the sofa, hoping it would stop beating. no help. When my eyes were lost, I was convinced that some things were very, very bad.
On the opposite wall of Hvin’s office stood a man. He is tall, dark, and has broad eyebrows. His eyes are light and tense, and his mouth is bigger than most men's. He has wings.
He didn't seem to care, his arms crossed his chest, black feathers draped over his shoulders. He made a mess of feathers on the floor and some fluff stuck to his ironed black suit. I blinked a few times, but he did not disappear. In fact, his big green eyes looked at me with a calm expression, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Hello," I said. My voice choked in my throat, I choked a little bit. I cleaned my pipeline and tried again. "Hello, who are you?"
"Can you see me?" he asked.
"Well, yes." I let out a high-pitched and nervous laugh. "How can I not see you?"
"I tried to contact you before," he said. "However, you seem to agree with my current form."
Before I could answer, the door opened and Hvin entered. The therapist never took the one-inch Manila folder from his button nose. "Which news do you want to hear first?"
"Ah," I said, making a gesture, and flying over there, leaning against the wall. Hvin looked up from the folder and blinked. I poke the guy with my finger again. "Is this kidding?"
Hvin looked at the wall, but didn't look at him. The angle of his gaze was completely wrong. "Don't you like this picture?"
"It's well drawn," I said an octave is too high. "What about him?"
Hvin's eyes looked for another option on the other side of the room. He decided to take a picture that was not close to the painting at all. "In the picture? This is my son, Trevor."
"He can't see me," said the winged guy, checking his nails in the soft light. "If you didn't notice."
Hvin didn't seem to notice the guy in his office at all, nor did he notice that he walked across the room and picked up the picture from the table. How could he not see the tiny whirlpool clouds entwining his pleated pants
Then I suddenly realized that this was not just a joke, it was just a guy with fake wings playing tricks on me. I really hallucinated. "Oh shit."
"What did you say?" Hvin asked.
"I... uh," I was looking for some sensible words, but when the world disappeared, it was difficult for me to grasp anything. "Your son?"
"Yes," he said and put down the photo. "I have a son and a daughter".
Hvin turned his attention and stared at me as if he was fully aware that I was breaking down in front of his eyes.
"Let's listen to the test results," I said. "Please tell the good news first." I have a feeling that the bad news is "you are crazy"
"All blood tests are clean, and Doctor York thinks your neck will heal."
"Is there any brain damage?" I asked, staring at the unusually green eyes and black wings.
"Nothing unusual," he said. "Do you feel sick? Headache or nausea?"
I stared at the wall behind Hvin, it was blurred. "Yes, there is a headache behind my eyes."
"The painkiller may have disappeared." Hvin closed the document and sat down again. "What I am worried about is the level of alkaloids in your blood. It is now above the normal level."
My mouth feels slimy. "Will you send me to jail for this?"
"No," he said. He pampered me with a smile.
"Last time you told me that my level is very high."
"Yes, this number is better than average." Hervin crossed his fingers and sat back in his chair. "I believe you have realized that the average brain can fold the deaths of 95 people. Once the alkaloid content is too high, the substitutes often fail, because it means blood poisoning. You keep the level low, but the last substitute Certain things have changed."
I met those green eyes. Yes, it changed a few things. I have not been fooled. Retirement is synonymous with institutionalization. I wet my lips. "So I shouldn't be a substitute anymore?"
"Slowing down is a wise move. But at this rate, you still have a year or so."
"Listen to him," he said with trembling wings.
"Don't point fingers at me," I said. I clasped my mouth with both hands in surprise.
"Sorry, Ms. Fan Fan. You are right. I didn't come to give you career advice. You must be under a lot of pressure right now. Do you want to talk about what happened in the hotel room?"
I will never explain to Hervin that I haven't spoken to him. I am talking to an illusion. Regarding what happened in the hotel room... where do you start? What is more painful than selling yín? Partial beheading? Fascinated by a xìng worker without pants
I reluctantly smiled. "I'm tired. I should lie down for a while, or something"
"It is difficult to live in a highly politicized environment. People's views are different from yours. Having said that, you should know that you should have the same rights to life, ZìYóu, and happiness like everyone else."
I waved an uninterested hand and thought of the pill. Not a painkiller. What measures will those who have hallucinations take? It's some kind of anti-psychotic medicine, right? I can handle it. I need the right pills-but how do I get Hewen to prescribe anti-psychotic drugs without raising his suspicion? Maybe an anti-anxiety drug can keep me going? Can I claim this right? tell you later. Yes, I'll talk about it later.
"I have to go," I said. "The headache is getting worse."
Hvin apologized to me, but I had already stumbled out of the office. The corridor was spinning on the side. I hit something with my ass and saw a nurse running past me, chasing her medicine cart.
How can I let a 1.8-meter-tall invisible person keep a secret? How can anyone pretend not to have hallucinations
"You never start talking to yourself," he said.
I turned around and dealt with what he said. The black stains on his body are surprising enough to deal with those sterile whites. The strange expressions of the paramedic and the vending machine man holding Coke indicate that, in fact, I have spoken out my worries aloud.
I smiled a few times and laughed. There is nothing to worry about. But under my breath, I mumbled to myself. "Stop talking."
I found Ellie where I left her. Dr. Stanley York was standing next to her in a lab coat. No matter what they said, they both looked very serious. Allie shook her head up and down slowly, regrettably, as she hated to agree with Dr. York. They said they would lock me up forever.
"There is no hospitalization, no, but they are talking about you." he said. I jumped up when I heard his voice.
"Have they lied about my passing the exam? Do they want me to voluntarily go to the waiting room and let them get me here?" Why should I speak quietly? Damn, why should I ask him
"They didn't lie," he said.
I did not see any Jǐng check or staff come to give me sedatives. The only Jǐng Cha I saw didn't even get dressed. When he leaned on the nurse's station and kissed a nurse, his shirt was crumpled.
"This is his wife," he said, as if he had been watching them too.
I turned around. "I told you not to talk to me anymore"
"Fanfan?" Allie said. Great, she might hear me yelling at myself.
"Congratulations, Fan Fan," Dr. York said. He stretched out his hands to wrap my hands, and I tiptoed towards the pair. "I heard that your test scores are very good"
"Except for my high content of alkaloids," I said, doubting his wish. Allie forced me to put on a jacket.
I tried to pay attention to Dr. York, but the wings over there made me nervous. He is deceiving Ellie.
"You're not in a hurry, are you?" Dr. York asked. I refocused.
"No, not necessarily." That's it. They are going to lock me here. Allie scratched her cheek, and a feather flicked lightly, but she never admitted the reason. I turned further away, using my back as a shield against weirdness. At least, I don't need to look at him.
"What do you need?" I asked. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
"I heard that the Bank for Reconstruction and Development of the United Kingdom has suspended your replacement license, but I hope you will still attend the seminar. I have spoken to Special Agent Garrison, and he has no opinion on this."
Don't look around, just answer him. "I feel uncomfortable. Can't you let others do it?"
"Cindy was going to go, but she took a substitute for Cooper. I know you are busy. Really, your workload is already considerable. If all the agents who serve our community are like you It’s just as good."
Appreciating flattery is my real weakness. "When will the seminar be held?"
"Friday" he let his pleading eyes complete the deal. Damn it.
"I don't know why more nrd activists are unwilling to become alternative agents," I said. Because irony can make everything better.
"Yes," he said with a smile. "See you on Friday. Take a break."
rest? My hallucination is to peck his feathers.
The good doctor walked around the corner and called to the nurse behind the station. "Stacey, tell your husband to wait for you to rest."
The nurse blushed and walked away from her Jǐngcha, pulling the hem of her laundry.
her husband. It's really her husband. Did I know before the hallucination told me
"Keep your voice louder," Allie said as she walked over and stood beside me. I turned my attention in the same direction and saw a familiar face hanging on the nurse's head on TV.
"Ms. Fan Fan, is a woman named Eve Hildebrand really going to kill you?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)