Time: 7:30 a.m.

Location: Victor Residences

Pain.

A burning pain came from his back.

Calvin twitched, his breathing almost stalling.

“…… Calvin?"

Reid waved his hand in front of him, a question.

Calvin wished he could force the pain that had been with him for years as he had done before, but this time the pain was slightly more than his limit.

His eyes were open, and he looked like he was staring at Reed, but in reality his vision was so empty that he couldn't see anything clearly.

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

According to the agreement, Reed will find a way to get Calvin out of the City of Angels today. He had a car in his garage owned by Virgilli's father's company, and around that time of year, the family would go camping in a national park or seaside for a while to keep up their faltering relationship. But this year his father and mother had already left for England, and Reed, or rather, Vicili, had become the little pathetic who acted alone.

It stands to reason that if he drove out for a walk, no one would be able to tell what was wrong.

But Calvin didn't leave.

Because he was clearly sick.

No one knows if something was wrong with what he ate in the so-called heavenly projection (after all, it was most likely that he got the food from a group of dead people anyway), or if he was already suffering a physical breakdown due to the mental load.

"I'm fine...... Didn't ......."

He struggled to speak, but as another wave of action hit, hallucinatory specks appeared in front of his eyes, golden, black, and white speckled snowflakes dancing in his field of vision.

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

"You...... What's wrong...... Oh, my God...... You ......"

Reed's voice sounded like it came from a broken shortwave radio, and he sounded like he was 10,000 kilometers away from Calvin.

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

……

Angels are smiling.

No, that's not an angel—

Devoured, the woman, it was someone he knew, and she was in the blur, step by step on the abscess and blood blisters, down a fleshy throat towards the monster's stomach.

The cross of evil, filth, reversal.

Blood.

……

When Calvin came to his senses again, he was lying on his side in the soft bedding.

His head was swollen and aching, and his forehead and cheeks were glowing like boiled eggs. There was a pain in his back, as if he had been coated with some kind of medicine, and those gel-like ointments were trying to bring him some coolness.

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

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

Only the intense unpleasantness of the 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 still sounding muffled.

"I ......"

As soon as Calvin spoke, he could hear his jawbone rattling.

"You have a high fever," Reed said thoughtfully in Calvin's ear, "you have a wound on your back that has festered, and I think your wound is probably infected, and you are very hot now." I've given you some medicine, but I think the next diagnosis will probably have to wait until Fugg comes to his senses...... How are you feeling right now?"

Calvin blinked slowly.

Reed saw the wound on his back?

Calvin felt that he should be frightened or angry, that wound was arguably his greatest secret, a symbol of his forbidden childhood. Aside from Dr. Holden and Isaac, Calvin didn't let anyone see the two ugly scars.

However, he is really too sick now. The heat had thrown his brain into chaos, and the emotions of anger and frustration were like a thick plastic film that was isolated from his nerves.

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

"I should ...... Leave...... Here......"

He said in fits and starts.

Reed leaned over, and he swept Calvin's sweat-soaked hair back, his green eyes glowing with a feline glow.

"Your body can't hold it up, and you have to at least let the fever cool down before thinking about what else is going on. His thumb slowly slid down the corner of Calvin's eye, his slightly cool fingertips tracing the delicate contours of his jaw. This is a rather intimate, even a little out-of-bound, gesture, but Calvin, who is in the midst of chaos, apparently did not notice this.

"But...... Dangerous ......"

His throat was a little swollen from a high fever, which made it inevitable that he would speak intermittently, and his voice was low and hoarse, with a thick nasal voice, and he let out a subtle gasp when he breathed.

Reed's eyes darkened in an instant.

His throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"If you leave now, it's the most dangerous move. Reed whispered, his gaze fixed on Calvin's reddened cheekbones and bloodshot lips, whose skin was radiating heat. He felt a shiver run through his body.

“…… There have been a number of accidents in the city, and vehicles entering and leaving the city are now being strictly checked. He cleverly withheld the word Adventist and said, "A man who has a high fever and is leaving the city is the most suspicious thing for them, and now it is imperative that you try to recover...... You never told me you were so badly injured, those two wounds on your back......"

"It's just an old wound. ”

Calvin said through gritted teeth.

He couldn't figure out why the wound on his back had become so severe this time. He felt weaker than ever, and his headache and nausea worsened just by bracing himself up to have such a conversation with Reed. Moreover, he didn't know if it was a hallucination caused by a high fever, but he always felt that a strong smell of incense was lingering around him.

It's like the smell he smelled on his skin under Reed's reminder before.

Reed's hand rested on his forehead.

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

"Your heat is back up. ”

Reed said with some apprehension.

"Let me see your back - I've got to find a way to get the inflammation off your back down. ”

Calvin felt that Reed's voice sounded unusually hoarse, and then Reed whispered an apology, and he pressed Calvin's shoulder, forcing Calvin to lie on the bed.

"Well, no......"

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

Reed forcibly restrained him, then reached out and lifted his voluminous cotton pajamas. Calvin's back, with a thin chill exposed, the cool air of the room blowing through his skin, he shivered, and in Reed's vision, Calvin's slender waist trembled.

Reid was glad to be in this position, and Calvin couldn't see his own fanatical, twisted face.

Calvin's body, like his perfect countenance, was a masterpiece of God's meticulousness.

The delicate, smooth skin is like a marble sculpture, every subtle rise and fall presents an amazing beauty, the heat makes his skin stained with a beautiful flush, and the fine sweat soaks this perfect skin.

"Get out of here—"

Calvin growled hoarsely.

He's quite uncomfortable with being stared at at his back - that's the most important part of his psyche after all.

Reed didn't respond to him in the first place.

"I just...... Need...... Your wound needs to be medicated. ”

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

Calvin tilted his head, and he saw Reed reach for a jar of translucent white gel from the bedside table. Then, he felt Reed's icy fingers slide across his back, and the latter's wet, lubricated, drug-bitter breath permeated the air.

Perhaps, as Reed claimed to be, he was just drugged Calvin. However, the terrible feeling of those two wounds being touched made Calvin almost insane.

This time he struggled harder than before.

"Don't touch that—"

His brain was drowsy, and only the panic was clear, permeating his entire body. 166 Reading Network