Munster has been following behind Rand like a little tail.
Rand went to the kitchen (he got himself some lemonade) and Munster followed.
Rand came to the bathroom, and it followed.
When Rand returned to the bedroom, it also returned to the bathroom.
…
It didn't climb all over the wall like before, but it was rare and stayed on the ground peacefully. The overly long tail rubbed on the carpet, making a rustling sound, enough to make Rand notice its presence.
Neither Rand nor Munster spoke.
The atmosphere became a little stiff. Munster, who no doubt felt this, stayed in the corner of the room, terrified, with his long tail tucked together, and stared cautiously at the pale Rand.
The smell of hydrogen peroxide was strong, but it couldn't hide the blood on Rand's body. It was like a screaming alarm that reminded Munster that it had hurt Rand.
Its scales were now completely a dull gray-blue, almost blending with the wall.
Rand's wound was still painful, he took some painkillers with sparkling water, and then lay on the bed a little tired. His eyelids were closed, but his brain was not quiet at all.
Munster's previous attack on Rogers replayed over and over in his head like a spell, and it made him feel terrified.
That bloodthirsty attack...
Rand couldn't help but sighed deeply and habitually wanted to change his posture, but it involved the wound on his hand. He couldn't hold back and let out a gasping sound.
"Rand!"
A gust of wind blew through, as if in the blink of an eye, and an anxious face appeared beside Rand's bed.
Munster wanted to climb into the bed and approach Rand as usual, almost subconsciously, and Rand shrank back slightly.
The huge body of the little monster froze again. An almost tingling panic spread through its ignorant world.
Its long hair quivered slightly with tension, and its pupils watched Rand nervously, then drooped its shoulders.
"Ran, Rand... are you okay?"
It sank half of its face to the bottom of the bed, leaving only its eyes looking up at Rand's face, and said softly.
In the end it didn't dare to climb into the bed again.
Rand blinked, he could feel Munster's frustration, in fact, the muffled breath emanating from the monster was about to condense into a small cumulonimbus cloud in the room.
"I, I'm sorry..."
It sobbed to Rand, tears welling up in its generally terrifying eyes.
Rand's mouth twitched.
All right…
He thought, he relented again.
"This is a very serious mistake."
He finally started talking to Munster after a long silence, but unusually this time he made no attempt to comfort Munster.
There were a few tufts of hair on the top of Munster's head, or the tentacles stood up involuntarily.
It looks sluggish and overwhelmed.
Rand sighed again, being careful not to touch the wound, then reached out his other hand and stroked Munster's head.
"I was in pain and had to slip into the hospital in such a pinch because of your previous actions... You really shouldn't have treated Rogers like that, it was reckless, irrational," he watched as the color grew The bleak Munster continued, "Even a puppy knows not to attack people at will, and you, you can talk to me, you know a lot more than a puppy... You are an intelligent creature! You really shouldn't Reduce yourself to the level of a beast."
"But I want to be Rand's puppy..."
Munster whimpered, weepingly stretched out a paw and grabbed Rand's cuff.
Its remarks left Rand speechless, and it took him a long time to speak again.
"You're not my dog... no... the point is not this, the point is that you shouldn't do harm to others just because of your own emotions..." Rand wiped Munster's tears with his sleeve, "but, I also I need to apologize to you. I should have thought that you are not the way you used to be... I shouldn't have whipped you with newspapers in front of Rogers. It's disrespectful to you..."
"Wow… "
Munster burst into tears after hearing Rand's words, and it pounced, its tail wrapped around Rand's lap.
"I don't want Rand to respect me, I like Rand to beat me... woohoo... Rand... sorry..."
There were so many unanswerable parts of its words (even though Rand knew it was pure) that he finally realized with frustration that—
Whatever he said, Munster couldn't understand it.
- It's an alien after all! (Or rather, the Atlanteans or something... )
After discovering this, Rand had a sense of frustration that he couldn't start, but on the other hand, there was a secret sense of relaxation in his heart.
Munster's previous attack on Rogers wasn't out of pure malice after all, it just didn't understand anything...
Rand thought.
Then I began to feel that the terrible thoughts that had been oppressed in my heart were just my own worries.
He finally smiled.
He finally made a simple and clear agreement with Munster, not to attack others or anything - simple and clear, just like other people's restraints on their pet dogs (although Rand has emphasized many times, Munster is not him pets, but you see things are finally resolved in the way of pets).
Munster's mood finally stabilized, and Rand's previous painkillers began to take effect. His head became dizzy and before he fell asleep he set the alarm so he could wake up before Rogers knocked on his door and took him to the hospital, then he patted the bed beside him, Signal Munster to lie down.
Strictly speaking, Rand doesn't encourage Munster to go to bed in normal times, and the mucus on his body is a killer for the sheets and his own sleep quality. But Munster had been hit enough today that Rand decided to make this big crying cry a little bit easier.
Munster really became happy after getting his permission.
It climbed onto the bed, tail still wrapped around Rand, and leaned cautiously against the pillow.
Rand fell asleep quickly, his breath flattened, and his brows were slightly wrinkled from pain. This was not a handsome or beautiful sleeping face, but Munster looked at him for a long time, so long that it was " Long hair" unknowingly wrapped around Rand's shoulders and arms.
"This is my Rand."
It muttered lowly, filled with surging satisfaction, and a "singing" rolled down its throat without it even realizing it...
Outside the apartment, a bird, and then another, swerved in flight and slammed into the rough walls of the apartment like a moth to a flame. They left a small puddle of blood there and then "snapped" into the grass.
The sky was already dark, and few people noticed it.
Apart from…
A pale hand picked up the dead bird's carcass from the ground.
The fingers were as thin and long as spider legs, with sharp fingernails.
"We're lucky today."
The "Prince" looked at the birds and swallowed them carelessly.
Raisha handed him a handkerchief.
"I'm a little hungry," she said, tongue licking her lips, her eyes shimmering like felines in the bleak sky, and she kept looking eagerly at the reporter lying on the other side of the bushes them.
This is the side of the apartment, and the location is not good, so there are not many paparazzi. If she eats here, Laisha will definitely not attract anyone's attention. Raisha longed for the feeling of her teeth clenching her throat and sipping blood from the wound. After all, she and the prince had been waiting here for a while, and they were listening carefully to everything in that apartment, which made Laisha very bored.
The "Prince" shook his head at her, then turned and walked towards their car on the road.
"We've got things to do," he explained to Laisha with surprising patience. "You're going to be ready for use, and I don't really want the smell of blood on your body to be noticed by then. After all, You're the one to dress up as a nurse."
Kansas
University of Kansas Hospital Center
Emergency room
20:24pm
"You treated the wound yourself?"
The tired-looking doctor frowned as he opened the wound on Rand's arm.
Rand's wound was a little shocking, and the pain of opening the gauze made his eyes black, and he reluctantly recovered himself to respond to the doctor's question.
"Ah, yes... I have to wait until this time to get to the hospital because of something, and my mates helped me with the wound..."
He felt dizzy, presumably with a fever from inflammation.
It's been a long time since the first injuries, and at night Rogers dressed him up before they slipped out of the fire emergency exit to the emergency room at the hospital on the other side of the city. Rand is now wearing a fake headgear and a pair of black-framed glasses that are so clumsy on his face that he looks like he has the words "boring nerd" written on his forehead - which the reporters did not recognize. He, that's a good thing, but when they got to the hospital, things didn't go so well. They had been waiting here for a while, while Rand's wound had been swelling and worsening.
"I can see that your companion used a compressed hemostatic cotton..." The doctor frowned and began to clean Rand's wound, "This is a medical item used on the battlefield for gunshot wounds. Your wound is opened, this is not A good thing, it may take a long time for you to heal, and the inflammation is very severe…”
The doctor's words blurred in Rand's ears, and if he could see his face, he would probably be shocked by his current similarity to a zombie.
The condition of the wound was not very good, and he could only barely discern the message in the words.
Fortunately, Munster didn't follow... His mind became a little confused, and this thought quickly crossed his mind.
Munster was very excited when Rogers and him went to the hospital, but Rand finally forced it to stay at home. I have to say that this was a wise decision. If it did come, it would probably be a good idea to hear the doctor's words. will cry...
"Sir? Can you keep going?"
Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.
Rand took a breath and forced himself to look up, and found that the person in front of him had changed from a doctor to a nurse.
It was a middle-aged woman with red hair and green eyes, with a professional gentle smile on her face.
"You're running a high fever," she explained. "We'll give you stitches first, and then you'll have to get injections to control the inflammation..."
Then she gave Rand some painkillers. Rand's wound was quite serious, and there was a series of cleanings before the stitches. It would be very painful. However, in the nurse's view, Rand's poor physical condition Might be going through.
Shortly after taking the pills, Rand's body aches and his mind began to blur as he half-reclined in the examination chair before watching the nurse leave.
After an unknown amount of time, another nurse walked in.
"Nurse Laisha? Sorry, Lola is in charge of this ward..."
Rand's headache was about to burst, and he vaguely saw the doctor walking past after the nurse had entered the door, and the doctor looked confused.
However, his voice stopped abruptly after a few seconds, his shoulders drooped, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep, and the nurse wrapped his hands around his waist and led him out of the ward. .
After a while, another "doctor" came in.
There's a creepy sense of disobedience about him, like a dummy or something, Rand doesn't know how to describe how the "doctor" feels to him, his eyes are like insects without any temperature.
Yet he was now looking at Rand with that look.
In the end what happened? Rand tried to get him to look away, but his lips were numb, and he thought he might be about to faint.
The "doctor" showed a strange smile in front of Rand.
"I'll take care of your wound," he said. "It might hurt a bit, but I think you'll like this..."
Rand squinted to see him clearly.
Something wasn't right, Rand could feel it, but his mind was utterly chaotic.
He watched the "doctor" take something from the "nurse"'s tray, which was a thin slice of meat.
Rand didn't know if the high fever caused him to hallucinate, but he really felt that the thing seemed to be wriggling on the tweezers. Some pale blue liquid dripped viscous from the curled section of the meat, and it looked like some living creature.
What was even more terrifying was that the "doctor" tried to put the piece of meat into Rand's open wound after smiling.
Rand's breathing became very, very fast, and he protested vaguely.
"no no… "
He thought he made a sound, but it was really just a snort-like hum.
"Doctor" looked up at Rand, and then shoved the thing into Rand's open, bright red wound without mercy.
Immediately after he started stitching, Rand felt that the thing in the wound was really moving, it tried to climb out but the "doctor" stitched the wound in one stitch, and it got stuck in the middle of the wound...
Rand doesn't know if all doctors are so bad at stitching, but he can be sure that this "doctor"'s skills are so bad that he was even slightly awake from the pain.
He stared at his wound, but didn't see the "thing" he saw before.
Is it an illusion created by anesthesia? Rand began to doubt himself again.
"You're the doctor here? But the person who helped me diagnose and treat just now wasn't..." He stared at the "doctor" and asked in confusion.
"Oh, that doctor has something to deal with, don't worry, Rand Sivers, you'll be fine."
The "doctor" had already dealt with the wound on Rand's hand at this time. His gloves were even stained with blood. He had already picked up a needle filled with strange medicine from the tray and approached Rand.
Rand's body flinched as he tried to avoid the needle.
"Hey, wait, that's a little weird, I-"
Rand shook his head chaotically, but his faint struggle was quickly quelled by the high fever and anaesthetic.
In addition, the silent "nurse" came over and stuck Rand's shoulder. Her arms were wet and cold, with a dank smell…
Rand was slightly taken aback.
The breath felt familiar to him.
However, it was at this moment of stunnedness that he felt the stinging pain from his neck.
The "doctor" had injected the fluid from the syringe directly into his veins.
Rand stared at the doctor who was close at hand, his vision becoming more and more blurred and darker.
He passed out.
However, before falling into a coma, he felt as though he had seen another pair of red eyes under the doctor's bangs.