"You look really bad." Wes frowned. He wasn't exaggerating. In front of him, James was tied to the hospital bed with a belt, looking like a trapped animal. But what's bad isn't James' appearance. His body doesn't look damaged at all. What's bad is the floor he's on, which is the psychiatric ward.
Wes pulled out the medical case at the end of the hospital bed and flipped through it, "Violent tendencies!" Wes smiled and shook his head, closed the case and put it back, "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
James glared at his friend with a sullen face, and hummed through gritted teeth, "You look worse!"
Wes shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his palms. He had not rested for two days and worked as a janitor for two cases in a row. The boss of the Southern District Police Department was definitely pranking him as a rookie. He didn't have any real tasks for him to do, but he forced Wes to spend time there!
Wes took a note from his pocket, unfolded it, and stuck it on the blanket on James' chest. But he held his head and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against James' hospital bed with a sluggish look. "I'll forget it. You want to tell me what's going on." He leaned his thick shoulders against the hospital bed. He tried his best to hold his eyes open, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment, "You'd better tell me what made me give up my rest time to see you look like this."
James stretched his neck forward as hard as he could, looking at the vampire's note, his face became even darker. It wasn't over yet. Wes raised his hand and turned the note over. Two PS fell into James' sight. At the same time, a square metal wine bottle was thrown on James' chest.
"Get this damn thing away!" James struggled with his hands bound by the belt! The wine bottle was not shaken off, but fell into the hospital gown, and the metallic touch pressed against James' skin. James struggled even more violently. It's really childish, it's not like he's never drank this before.
"Hush! Hush!" Coulson opened the door and came in with an irritated look, gesturing to James to shut up, "What are you doing! Do you want to stay here for a few more days! Be honest!"
Wes calmly took back the two things Zach left at his house. Silence.
Coulson nodded to Weiss and ignored the man from the South District. He frowned at James and stood beside the hospital bed with a doctor-looking guy, unfolding several documents in front of him.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Coulson's tone was actually comforting, "Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is normal." Coulson curled his lips. "You just participated in a big operation, and some emotions are normal. Now just sign these obediently, and you can go out."
James stared at the documents in front of him gloomily. He no longer wanted to refute. Who the hell has a mental disorder! Life threats, participating in special operations, killing or being killed, James didn't know how many times he had experienced this kind of thing! So is Wes next to him! But James has never felt that he was psychologically blocked!
It's all Anthony's doing! Anthony is warning James that if James doesn't take care of his mouth, Anthony will use this method to control James' whole body!
James was admitted against his will, citing a sudden fit of madness. He was knocked unconscious and taken to the hospital. Anthony was telling the truth to Zach, the concussion was real, but other than that, the guy was sound, both mentally and physically. Then God knows what Anthony did, and James was diagnosed with a mental disorder.
From beginning to end, James never underwent any mental evaluation, and when he woke up, he was already controlled as a threatening patient. Even the doctor-looking person in front of me. It was also the first time he saw it.
"Ask me." The doctor appeared out of nowhere with a dissatisfied look on his face. "I will never agree to his being discharged from the hospital!" Feeling like he was speaking righteously, James held back his anger.
"You will have the thanks of the Barton Police Department!" Coulson emphasized.
The seemingly righteous doctor shook his head helplessly, pointing to the document Coulson placed in front of James, "Two times a week, three hours of psychological consultation..."
The doctor kept talking, while Coulson kept winking at the side. Regardless of whether James wanted it or not, the pen had been stuffed into his hand that was tied to the bedside, and the position for Nian's signature had been placed...
"If he is absent from work again, there will be no progress in treatment or any delay." The doctor looked at Coulson, "I strongly recommend that the Barton Police Department suspend such a detective! I don't care what his last name is. What important credit he has!"
This was obviously a suggestion that was beyond the scope of medical advice, and it completely angered James, who had already endured it very hard!
"you… "
Coulson covered James' mouth and looked at the doctor, "Doctor, I will tell you next. The Barton Police Department will be grateful to you!"
The doctor frowned, sighed heavily, and left.
Wes held his face with his hands, lowered his head and shoulders and kept shaking slightly. This guy was holding back laughter.
Coulson let go and made sure the door was closed and the curtains were closed. Angrily, he lowered his voice to the red-faced James, "What's wrong with you! You don't want to go out, do you?"
Coulson angrily pushed Wes away who was not helping at all. If he hadn't known that this guy was James' comrade and had an unusual relationship, he wouldn't have let Wes appear here at all.
Weiss Ninja laughed, shook his head and sat on the sofa. He didn't need James to explain, he knew how ridiculous this PTSD was! James must have been involved in some alien matter again, and was left here as trouble.
"Do you know how angry the boss and boss are!" Coulson glared at James, "The guy from Newton hasn't left yet! You just do this kind of thing! You, Lance, are too brittle! The whole Barton's I’ve lost all my face by you!”
Coulson was naturally talking about the vase 'Lance'. Perhaps the middle-aged police detective was really angry and became rude in his words.
Innocent James, he doesn't even know what he's done!
Seeing James' face flushed and the muscles all over his body flexing, Coulson realized that he had spoken too seriously.
"Okay, okay!" Coulson took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and sat next to James, "I know you will be angry and uncomfortable! But think about it, this is your job! She must accept it! She can't. If you accept it, you have to move forward! Why do this for one person! Do you like being tied to the bed and treated as a patient like this!"
What? she? who? !
James just became confused. Before he could ask what Coulson was talking about, his partner put a comforting hand on James' chest with an 'I understand you' look!
WTF? !
"Sign these! Rest after you go back! It's just psychological consultation twice a week! Don't tell me you are afraid of those guys who talk nonsense!" Coulson said no more, held James' hand forcefully, and said where a signature is required.
James looked at Wes with a confused look on his face.
Wes shrugged. Shake his head. Although Wes came with Coulson, it was entirely because Zack's note didn't include an address, so he had to go to the police station to ask first. Coulson in the police station is still cleaning up their previous actions and dealing with the Newton guys, but it seems that Coulson does know something and is coming to the hospital to see James.
As for these two guys, apart from their common acquaintance with James, they really have no other intersection. Police officers belonging to different districts do not allow them to communicate much due to professional ethics. Weiss had no idea what Coulson was talking about.
Look at James' hand holding the pen. Coulson impatiently took out the paper and pen, and decided to sign on his behalf...
"Wait." James stared at Coulson, "What are you talking about?"
"Your girlfriend." Coulson curled his lips and recalled James' signature. He moved the pen in his hand quickly on a piece of waste paper and raised his eyebrows. "Wrong, ex-girlfriend." Then he didn't wait. James reacted. The forged test signature was already in front of James' face. "How about it, are they the same?" Without waiting for a response, Coulson shook his head, "No, your handwriting is much uglier."
Former, female. friend.
James didn't have time to care about his partner's ridicule about his writing ability. All he noticed was these few words. Memories began to pass through his mind inexplicably, and James couldn't remember when he was broken up with.
Coulson frowned and didn't explain much. Maybe he felt that there was no need to explain, so he quickly imitated James' handwriting on the waste paper and wrote a dozen signatures. None of them seemed very satisfied, saying, "It needs to be even uglier!"
Weiss pursed her lips, took the pen from Coulson's hand, and took out the document that needed to be signed. After flipping through it quickly, it turned out to be ordinary psychotherapy documents. Without making any preparation, he quickly swiped the pen in his hand and signed all the places where 'James Lance' should appear. He gave James a strange look and said, "I think you need to leave now." here."
James looked at the two friends who were obviously thinking about himself, with a sullen face, and pulled on the belt with his tied wrists, "Get me out."
Coulson took the document, glanced at Weiss, and said, "That's enough. Wait, I'll call the doctor."
Wes closed the door that Coulson left, leaned against James' bed again, frowning, "How did you get here? What happened?"
James seemed to be thinking, "I was left here by the mayor and Anthony's men. They caused the PTSD. They don't want me to go back to the police station to talk."
This hospital incident is a warning, a downgrade of James' prestige. James, who has just made a meritorious service, will be pulled back to his original status because of this inexplicable ptsd.
James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although he didn't want to admit it, James had realized that even if he said something, such as a major case of illegal invasion, murder, and detention taking place somewhere in the Back Bay, the people in the police department might not take it seriously. Anthony's goal has been achieved. The most direct proof is Coulson's performance. Coulson obviously counted James' not knowing about being "broken up" as his PTSD.
After adjusting his mood, James' expression really didn't look better, "What did Coulson mean?"
Weiss shook his head, "I don't know. I said he wanted to see you, and he pulled me along." Weiss turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, "But what he said, your director and team leader It’s true that I’m very angry, Coulson was ordered to get you out of the hospital when he came.”
Weiss twitched the corner of his mouth, regretting and teasing, "My ex-girlfriend." (...)