"..."
A buzz went through Mia Grant’s ears. "Wh-what?"
Seeing her reaction, the doctor sighed helplessly. He stood up and gestured to her. "Co over here for a mont."
Mia Grant’s brain had already short-circuited. She followed him like a malfunctioning robot, her arms and legs moving in stiff, uncoordinated unison.
In a private cubicle, the doctor said to her, "Just now, when we were inserting the needle for the student, we noticed so marks on his arm that look like he’s been cutting his wrist."
Mia Grant denied it instinctively. "That can’t be right. How could soone like him do sothing like that?"
"You can’t always judge a book by its cover," the doctor reminded her. "He was brought in for respiratory alkalosis last ti, wasn’t he?"
"Ah, yes. I was the one who brought him in last ti, too."
"That explains it. Last ti, when we needed to insert the needle, he absolutely refused to roll up his sleeves. It was still hot back then, but he wouldn’t even take off his jacket."
"Just now, he was delirious from the fever and probably forgot, so we saw them."
"His reaction last ti didn’t seem very psychologically healthy, either. He looked extrely anxious. As his girlfriend, I suggest you try to talk to him in private and persuade him to see a psychologist."
Mia Grant felt like she’d been struck by lightning.
’How could this be...’
The doctor patted her shoulder. "Don’t be too surprised. It might just be due to academic pressure."
Mia Grant hesitated, then paused before asking, "Are his... wounds new?"
"Most of them have already scabbed over and fallen off. They’re probably from a few months ago."
"I’m just giving you a heads-up. I can’t be sure if he’ll repeat this behavior in the future."
"Because I noticed a few of the wounds are very deep... It definitely doesn’t look like he was just ssing around."
Mia Grant understood the doctor’s subtext.
Felix Sinclair had a tendency for self-harm, and one or two of the cuts on his wrist had been made with the intent to die...
She winced internally.
Mia Grant rubbed her temples. ’This is bad. My head hurts so much.’
She could understand the other male leads fighting and trying to kill each other.
But why would Felix Sinclair turn on himself?
’Sure, the male leads are all a little unhinged, more or less, but the others direct their madness at other people.’
’Besides, Felix doesn’t seem like the type to be so sick that it causes psychological problems.’
The doctor pointed her in a direction. "He’s in there, in the bed by the window. Go keep an eye on him and let him get so sleep."
"...Okay." Mia Grant nodded chanically and walked inside.
As she pulled back the bed curtain, Felix Sinclair’s eyes opened a crack. "Doctor, I can handle it myself..."
He thought it was the doctor, but standing by his bed was Mia Grant.
She was still hugging her textbooks, her wide eyes blinking nonstop, her gaze vacant yet laced with a hint of worry.
"What are you doing here?" Felix Sinclair pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Just lie down!" Mia Grant quickly pushed him back down. "I... just happened to be here to pick up so dicine for my roommate."
"You just rest. I don’t have any more classes, so I’ll stay with you for a bit."
As she spoke, she put down her textbooks and pulled over a chair, sitting down beside his bed.
Mia Grant glanced up at the IV bag. This one was almost empty.
Felix Sinclair snapped back to his senses and pulled his gaze away from her face. His voice was so soft it seed like a single breath could blow it away. "You don’t have to. You can go back."
Mia Grant froze and lowered her head.
The young man’s face was pale. He didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the gloomy weather outside the window.
In the dim light, he stared blankly out the window, his expression stubborn yet hollow, as if he would shatter at the slightest touch.
Mia Grant’s heart clenched.
’Logically, I shouldn’t feel pity or heartache for these n.’
’But...’
Mia Grant couldn’t stop her gaze from traveling up from the hand with the IV needle.
He was wearing a thin dress shirt, the cuffs buttoned tight, completely obscuring the skin underneath.
’He really likes wearing dress shirts. I wonder if it’s because of the buttons...’
"I really don’t have anything else to do. I’ll just sit here and read while I keep an eye on your IV. You should sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s finished."
Felix Sinclair acted as if he hadn’t heard, neither responding nor closing his eyes.
People are vulnerable when they’re sick and can get a little moody. Mia Grant could understand that.
She was just as fussy when she was sick.
Since he wouldn’t sleep, Mia decided to chat with him. She was also really curious... what kind of setbacks had he encountered recently to push him down this path?
’Problems with his studies?’
’It’s true he gave up his guaranteed admission, but he still got into Jynsia U smoothly.’
’Theoretically, there’s no difference, right?’
’Then it must be family matters?’
’But seeing how carefree Ian Sinclair is all the ti, it doesn’t seem like the Sinclair family is in any trouble.’
She vaguely rembered that the Sinclair elders treated the twins the sa way, with no signs of favoritism.
Mia Grant asked caringly, "Have you been busy lately? You probably have more classes than , right? Send a copy of your schedule when you have a chance. I’m pretty interested in your major, so maybe I’ll sit in on a lecture if I have ti."
"Oh, right, are you free this weekend? I heard a new amusent park opened on the outskirts of Jynsia. Want to go check it out together?"
"My treat!"
A flicker of light passed through Felix Sinclair’s eyes.
Mia Grant noticed this detail and imdiately pressed on. "I heard it’s super fun! My roommate was just saying yesterday that one of the thed areas is really interesting! It wouldn’t hurt to go have so fun!"
Mia Grant chattered on until her mouth was dry, but Felix Sinclair still didn’t acknowledge her.
She was starting to get a headache.
’Felix is already so lifeless and quiet on a normal day. Now that he’s sick and being touchy, he’s turned into a complete mute.’
If it were anyone else ignoring her like this, she would have turned around and left long ago.
’Sigh.’
’There’s really nothing I can do with him.’
After a pause, she asked, "Does Ian Sinclair know you’re sick? He’s not going to co looking for you later, is he?"
Finally, Felix Sinclair’s neck moved slightly as he turned to look at her.
Mia Grant froze.
’I didn’t expect him to react to that.’
"If you’re looking for him, you can call him directly. I don’t know his whereabouts."
"..."
At first glance, his words seed normal. But upon closer reflection, they sounded a bit sour.
Mia Grant thought she’d found the source of the problem. "No, I was just worried he’d co over and disturb your rest."
Felix Sinclair closed his eyes, repeating the sa words: "Go back."
"No." Mia Grant scooted closer. "I’m sticking with you. Wherever you go today, I’ll go."
He slowly opened his eyes and uttered a sentence with an ambiguous aning: "I’m not going back to the dorm."
"So?"
He looked at her. "I’m staying at my off-campus place tonight. Are you coming with ?"
Mia Grant was speechless. She thought he was joking, but his tone was too cold for that.
After a mont’s thought, she said, "Sure. You’re sick and alone, you need soone to take care of you. What if your fever cos back in the middle of the night?"
"My apartnt only has one bed."
"..."
Silence.
Felix Sinclair averted his gaze and closed his eyes. "You should go—"
But the girl’s voice by his bed collided with his. "That’s fine. I’ll just sleep next to you."
"..." Felix Sinclair’s eyelashes trembled violently, and his eyes shot open.
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