heaven bird

【31】Falling from high altitude

T-bag has ridiculed the matter of the knight saving the princess many times, but it does not mean that he is really in the mood to do it. For example, when he saw Joe’s kitten being killed, he didn’t want to do it at all. It means being a knight.

T-bag hugged Michael and kicked open the door of the infirmary. The female doctor Irene was taken aback. He ignored Irene, threw Michael on the bed with some effort, and sighed, "It's a pity that Her Royal Highness has cold hands and feet now." Not at all.Michael was still bleeding from the nose in a coma. T-bag looked at him, and then at himself who had been rubbed with blood on his hand. He felt that this scene was really funny and tragic. Sure enough, the beautiful scenes described in fairy tales are all deceptive. .

When T-bag turned his head, Irene was throwing a roll of blood-stained bandages into the trash can. He put one hand on the table and glanced into the trash can, "Hmm, new customer?"

Irene replied casually: "Every day there are guests."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the glass medicine cabinet in the infirmary, standing in front of the cabinet to choose, and when she was about to reach out to take down one of the bottles of medicine, T-bag's hand pressed on her hand, and that person didn't know when The hand of the man standing beside her was very cold, as if some kind of cold-blooded animal had scales attached to her skin, which made her tremble slightly.

The T-bag held her hand almost tenderly, moved one space to the left, and placed it on another glass medicine bottle, "... nitrosourea alkylating agent BCNU, you know, even Teddy , and it is rare to be able to memorize such a long strange noun."

Irene looked at the two bottles of medicine lined up together, but did not remove the one requested by T-bag: "...Bagwell, I am the doctor."

"Aha, of course you are a doctor, ma'am." T-bag laughed softly, as if he really thought it was ridiculous, and said ambiguous and dangerous love words in a natural tone: "But he is mine, so It's up to me to decide whether he lives or dies, not you, darling."

At that moment, Irene felt a mortal danger, the man's cold words seemed to turn into filaments and tightened her throat, but T-bag just held her hand, took the bottle of medicine, Then I was honestly thrown away by Irene.

Irene stood in front of the glass cabinet and hesitated for a while, then looked at Michael, and said in a tone of sadness or nostalgia: "I said...he should receive better treatment."

T-bag leaned against the wall and snorted noncommittally.

Irene didn't insist on her choice, and used the bottle of medicine T-bag requested. She tied the cuff to Michael's upper arm, and then deftly withdrew the medicine from the syringe and stuck the needle into him. skin.

Erin pressed the cotton swab on Michael's wound, turned to look at T-bag: "I will arrange a place for Asa to rest, now, you can leave."

"Oh no, I have to stay with him, you know, without T-bag's bedtime story, our Asa won't be able to sleep at night." T-bag spread his hands exaggeratedly.

Irene said mockingly: "This is not a high-end hotel, T-bag, not a place where you can sleep if you want. This place only accepts patients."

"Aha, patient, I understand, Teddy is more understanding than you imagine." T-bag lowered his head and was busy fiddling with the tool box she had placed on the table, and then pulled out a delicate scalpel, which he held in the air I threw it up and down a few times, and even had time to change the blade.

"You have to do..." Irene swallowed the following words in the next second, and watched in shock as T-bag cut open the palm of his hand with a scalpel. The blood overflowed, and soon formed a small pool of blood in the cracks of the floor tiles.

T-bag threw the knife into the trash can, looked at Irene with a pitiful expression, and spread out his injured palm to her as if putting on a show, "Doctor, I'm injured, can you give me Are you eligible for a suite?"

"...crazy." Irene murmured.

"Thank you for the compliment, dear." T-bag showed a slightly bloody smirk, "Teddy's only request is to live next door to Mr. Asa."

"...The room can be reached by turning left." Irene said, her tone was a little stiff.

"Thank you very much." T-bag bandaged the wound casually, "I thought we could just sleep here? After all, there are two beds here."

"There are always other customers, T-bag, I don't need a crazy patient standing next to me while I'm working, that doesn't give me peace of mind at all."

"Oh, I don't want to carry him around in this situation at all." T-bag complained, shaking his palms, as if completely forgetting that it was his own masterpiece.

"You really are a good roommate." Erin said sarcastically.

"Yes, I plan to participate in programs such as America/U.S. Roommate recently."

Erin watched T-bag picked up Michael again and left the room, with a complicated expression on her face.

"You've softened towards him, Irene." After T-bag's footsteps gradually moved away, someone said this in a gentle tone.

Erin looked at the two people who came out from behind the white screen - Abel and Kevin, she shook her head at Abel: "I didn't, it was because of Bagwell, if he hadn't stopped me... "

Kevin sat down on the chair in front of her again, and Irene continued to change the gauze on the wound on his waist. The wound on his waist was so serious that almost a piece of flesh had been gouged out, and it hurt just to see it. But when Erin gave him the medicine, Kevin remained silent, as if he didn't feel anything.

"You have softened your heart towards him, from the last regular treatment for him to this time." Abel smiled and said again, using unquestionable declarative sentences. Just to comfort her, he said, "It's okay, I don't blame you, everyone will be soft-hearted to him."

"He's so firm and kind...you can't help but think of someone, right?" Abel raised his hand to stroke Irene's honey-colored long curly hair, but her complexion didn't improve, but turned paler , "He's like your dead husband, isn't he?"

Irene only felt shuddering under his touch, and her teeth couldn't help shaking.

"Look, we all know why poor Asa is what he is, if he knows you killed that kid..."

Irene suddenly mustered up her courage, waved Abel's hand away with an ugly face, pointed at Kevin and said, "No, he was the one who did it!"

Kevin didn't answer, but just looked up and stared at her. There was no shyness or cringe in his expression. Irene couldn't recognize him as the timid and blushing brat.

It seems that from the first day of their cooperation, these two people rarely appeared at the same time, and as long as they appeared at the same time, Kevin would become this weird look, as if he had been replaced with an empty and dull soul, only in He only responds when Abel calls him.

Erin was very uncomfortable by Kevin's gaze, and frowned and glared at him.

"No, no." Abel passed through Kevin's soft blond hair with his right hand, and touched those gray eyes. Kevin didn't struggle at all, and obediently lowered his eyes and sat on the chair, like a delicate doll Still at the mercy of Abel, until Abel's palm completely covered his sight, Abel said with a sigh: "This child is just a weapon, no one will blame a weapon alone for hurting people."

"And you, Miss Irene." Abel rested his chin lightly on Kevin's smooth blond hair, looked at Irene with tender yet cruel eyes, "The invitation to hell will always have yours .”

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The tabletop in the interrogation room seemed to be more chaotic than before. Tang sat in front of the table, carefully wiping the gun in his hand.

There is a box on the top of the table, which contains some scattered items such as clothes and watches. Those items are the only ones in this room that are neatly arranged, as if they are carefully cherished.

But the number was very small—of course it was small, Neil entered the Garden of Eden, and he had been growing up in an orphanage before, so the things he could bring in from outside were almost zero.

Neil left Don with nothing, except for these messy things, and he even died without telling him - even Dean told himself about his death.

The metal soda can that had been placed on the window sill fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over the floor. The small white flower that once bloomed lay quietly in the center of the water. It was completely withered and yellow, and the petals were crushed by someone.

Sitting on the chair, Tang tilted his head and looked at the flower for a while, as if he was thinking about something, or he seemed to be simply emptying his mind.

He finally stood up with a cold expression, pushed open the door and walked out.

A small withered yellow flower is lying alone in the water, the water is almost like the tears that the flower shed, the water ripples slightly with the opening and closing of the door and is quiet, but it is trembling and crying for someone.

Tang calmly walked in the dark corridor holding a gun, and opened the door of the infirmary with the spare key. The infirmary was very quiet, and Irene seemed to leave work early today.

Don pushed open the door of the single room, and silently pulled the safety catch of the pistol.

T-bag sat beside Michael's bed, his back straight like a cold statue, the moonlight spilled from the window into the room, only the gentle silver light was willing to gently brush over every decayed soul, but it couldn't make him They are reborn.

T-bag seemed to have expected his arrival long ago, and did not even look back at Tang. Michael was not sleeping soundly. T-bag reached out and gently brushed his trembling eyelashes, lowering his unique voice, with a cadenced tone The ground seems to be reading a certain poem aloud, but there is an inexplicable deep sadness: "...you see, we are all captives of ourselves, imprisoned in the prison created by ourselves."