"You look so bad. Wes frowned, he wasn't exaggerating, James was tied to the hospital bed with a belt, looking like a trapped beast. But it's not James's appearance that's bad, his body doesn't look like he's hurt at all, it's the floor he's on now, it's psychiatric.

Wes pulled out the case at the end of the hospital bed and flipped through it, "Violent tendencies!" Wes shook his head with a smile, closed the case and put it back, "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

James grimaced, glared at his friend, and gritted his teeth and snorted, "You look worse!"

Wes shook his head, rubbing his palms in his eyes, he hadn't rested for two days, and he was a janitor for two cases in a row. The boss of the Southern District Police Department is definitely fixing him as a rookie, and he doesn't have any real tasks for him to do, but he forcibly orders Wes to spend it there!

Wes pulled a note out of his pocket, unfolded it, and stuck it on the blanket on James's chest. But he propped his head and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against James's hospital bed with a languid look, "I'll forget it." You're going to sue me, what's going on? His thick shoulders leaned against the guardrail of the hospital bed, and he tried to support his eyes, looking like 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 like this." ”

James craned his neck and looked at the vampire's note, his face even darker. That wasn't the end, Wes raised his hand and flipped the note over, and the two PS fell into James's sight, along with a square metal wine bottle that was left on James's chest.

"Get the out of the way!" James's belt-bound hands struggled, and the bottle didn't shake off. Instead, he sank into his hospital gown, the touch of metal against James's skin. James struggled even harder. It's naïve, it's not like he hasn't drunk this thing.

"Shhh He gestured to James to shut up, "What are you doing! Do you want to stay here a few more days? Be honest!"

Wes quietly took back the two things Zach had left at his house and said nothing.

Curson nodded at Wes, no longer caring about the Southside, staring at James and frowning, standing beside the hospital bed with a doctor-looking fellow, unfolding a few papers in front of him.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Corson's tone was actually comforting. "Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is normal. Corson pursed the corners of his lips, "You just joined a big operation. Some feelings are normal. Now obediently sign these, and you can go out. ”

James stared gloomily at Wen Jiàn in front of him, he didn't want to refute anymore, who the has a psychological disorder! life threatened, participated in special operations, killed or killed. James doesn't know how much he's been through this kind of thing! So is Wes next to him! But James never felt like he was mentally blocked!

Anthony is warning James that if James doesn't care about his mouth, Anthony will use this method to control James's whole body!

James was forcibly admitted to the hospital on the grounds that he had suddenly gone insane and was knocked unconscious and taken to the hospital. Anthony was telling the truth to Zack, the concussion was real, but other than that, the guy was sound, both mentally and physically. And then God knows what Anthony did. James was diagnosed with a mental disorder.

Throughout, James never underwent any psychiatric evaluation, and when he woke up, he was already being treated as a threatening patient. Even the doctor-like person in front of him. He also saw it for the first time.

"If you ask me. The doctor who came out of nowhere, with a disgruntled face, "I will never agree to his discharge!"

"You'll have a thank you from the Patton Police Department!" Cousson emphasized.

It seemed that the righteous doctor shook his head helplessly, and pointed to the text that Curson had placed in front of James, "Twice a week." A three-hour counseling session ......"

The doctor kept talking, and Corson kept glancing. Whether James wanted it or not, the pen had been tucked into his hand that was tied to the bedside, and the place for the year's signature had been set......

"If he is again absent from work, there is no delay in the progress of treatment. The doctor looked at Corson, "I strongly recommend that the Barton Police Department suspend such a detective! I don't care what his last name is, what important credit there is!"

This is obviously beyond the scope of the doctor's order, and it completely annoys the very sad James who has endured it!

"You ......"

Corson covered James's mouth and looked at the doctor, "Doctor, I'll just talk about it." The Patton Police Department will appreciate you!"

The doctor frowned, sighed heavily, and left.

Wess held his face with his hands on his face, his head and shoulders twitching slightly, and the guy couldn't help laughing.

Corson let go of his hand and confirmed that the door was closed and the curtains closed. Angry, he lowered his voice at the red-faced James, "What's the matter with you! You don't want to go out, do you?"

Corson angrily pushed away Wes, who didn't help at all, if he hadn't known that this guy was James's comrade-in-arms and had an unusual relationship, he wouldn't have let Wes appear here at all.

Wes Ninja laughed, shaking his head and snuggling up on the couch. He didn't need James to explain it, he knew how ridiculous this PTSD was! James must have been involved in some alien thing again, and he was thrown here as a nuisance.

"Do you know how angry the boss and boss are!" Corson glared at James, "Newton's guy hasn't left yet! You're doing this kind of thing! You're too brittle! You've lost Barton's face!"

Naturally, what Coulson said was the vase of 'Lance', maybe the middle-aged detective was really angry, and he didn't speak politely.

Innocent James, he doesn't even know what 'happened' to him!

Seeing James's face flush and his muscles crumbling, Curson realized that he had said something serious.

"Alright, alright!" Cousson took a deep breath. Adjusting his feelings, he sat down next to James, "I know you're going to be angry. It's going to be uncomfortable! But think about it, this is your job! She has to accept it! If she can't accept it, she has to look forward! Why do you have to do this for the sake of a person! Do you like being tied to a bed like this and being treated like a sick person now?"

What?! She?!

As soon as James was confused, and before he could ask what Curson was talking about, his partner comfortingly pressed his hand on James's chest, with a 'I understand your expression'!

What the hell?!

"Sign these!Rest when you go back!Twice a week!Don't tell me you're afraid of those guys!" Curson said no more, and firmly pressed James's hand where he needed to sign it.

James looked at Wes. A look of confusion.

Wes shrugged and shook his head. Although Wes came with Curson. It's all because Zack's note doesn't write the address, so he has to go to the police station to ask first. Corson in the police station was still sweeping up their previous actions, and was messing around with Newton's guys, but it seemed that Corson did know something. I was also going to see James in the hospital.

As for these two guys, they really don't have anything to do with each other except James, who they know each other. Police officers who belong to different districts are not allowed to communicate more in terms of professional ethics. Wes didn't know what Coulson was talking about.

Seeing that James's hand holding the pen did not move, Curson impatiently drew the paper and pen, and he decided to sign it himself......

"Wait. James stared at Corson, "What are you talking about?"

"Your girlfriend. Corson pursed his lips, recalling James's signature, the pen in his hand moving quickly on a piece of waste paper. Raising an eyebrow, "Wrong, ex-girlfriend." Then without waiting for James to react. The forged trial signature was already in front of James's face, "How's it going, is it the same?" Without waiting for a response, Curson shook his head, "No." Your words are much uglier. ”

Front, female. Friends, friends.

James didn't bother with his partner's ridicule of his writing ability, all he noticed was these words. Memories began to run through his mind inexplicably, and James couldn't remember when he was broken up.

Curson frowned, and didn't explain much, maybe he didn't think he needed to explain, and quickly wrote a dozen signatures on the scrap paper in James's handwriting. They didn't seem to be very satisfied, and muttered, "It's going to be more ugly!"

Wes pursed his lips, took the pen from Cousson's hand, and pulled the paper that needed to be signed. I quickly flipped through it, and it was an ordinary psychotherapy text. Without any preparation, the pen in his hand quickly swiped, and after signing all the places where 'James Lance' should have appeared, he glanced at James a little strangely, "I think you need to get out of here now." ”

James looked at his two friends, who were obviously thinking about himself, his face gloomy, and his two wrists that were tied tugging at his belt, "Get me out." ”

Corson took the text, glanced at Wes, and sighed, "That's it, wait, I'll call the doctor." ”

Wes closed the door where Curson had left and leaned against James's bedside again, frowning, "How the hell did you get here? What happened?"

James also seemed to be thinking, "I was left here by the mayor, Anthony's men, they got the PTSD, and they didn't want me to go back to the police station to talk more." ”

This hospital incident is a warning, a downgrade of James's prestige, and the newly meritorious James will be pulled back to his original position because of this PTSD that was inexplicably installed.

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 big case of illegal invasion, murder, and detention somewhere in Back Bay, the people at the police station probably wouldn't take it seriously. Anthony's purpose has been achieved. The most direct proof of this is Cowson's cousin, who apparently counted James as 'broken up' on his PTSD.

After adjusting his feelings, James's face really didn't improve, "What does Curson mean by that?"

Wes shook his head, "I don't know, I said I wanted to see you, so he pulled me along." Wes tilted his head and looked in the direction of the door, "But it's true that your director and team leader are angry, and Corson was ordered to get you out of the hospital when he came." ”

Wes tugged at the corners of his mouth, mocking with regret, "Ex-girlfriend." (To be continued)