Ch. 14 Monday

Myrddin exits the counseling office.

He just spent an hour after school talking with Ms. Martin and Ms. Morrel about how he feels and other questions. It was very repetitive and very boring. They didn't even tell him who the 5 suspect kids are. But maybe he was expecting too much from them. And Ms. Morrel had some weird questions, but Ms. Martin didn't stop her at any point so maybe it was some crazy cop and crazier cop sort of deal.

Sunday was mostly spent researching various things and doing detective work. He also got a new phone as well.

They haven't told him or his mom what that red liquid was, but at this point it isn't a cause for concern. His hair is red and he's fine health wise.

He's narrowed his suspects down a great deal, basically just limiting the list down to one person from Gwen's list and even his mom's list. So there is that, and the fact the guy didn't show up today as well. Which means he is probably his guy that got in trouble for calling him Velma or something else. Either way that's where he will start.

But as for Monday, today? It was alright. There were just more eyes on him than he expected.

Scott and Stiles talked with him, but Myrddin mostly kept brief. They didn't know anything important and Scott was looking at him with his eyes that screamed 'I need to help my little brother' or something similar. And Stiles kept going on about a random topic. He apparently took too much Adderal.

In the end nothing spectacular happened. Which is exactly how he wanted it to go.

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"Sorry about being late Dr. Deaton" Myrddin apologizes as he walks into the clinic.

It's empty and Deaton is just doing some paperwork at the reception.

"Nothing to be sorry about. And it really is red isn't it?" Deaton looks up and sees Myrddin's hair.

"Hear the gossip from the owners?" Myrddin asks as he begins to walk towards the back to put his backpack away.

"Actually, I heard about this myself this time. You were trending" Deaton puts his pencil down and leans against the reception desk and crosses his arms.

Myrddin rolls his eyes. "Of course I am"

"You know, more people are rallying behind you than you may expect" Deaton comments as Myrddin sets his bag down.

Myrddin walks back to the reception. "Guess that's better than just being laughed at"

"They're doing plenty of that too though I'm afraid" Deaton remembers reading some of the comments. It was not a very pleasant experience.

"Didn't expect anything different in that regard" Myrddin looks at the room filled with animals. "Did you feed them already?"

Deaton smiles. "Figured they could wait an hour today. I also think they might help lift your mood, if only a smidge"

"Thank you doctor" Myrddin returns the smile and goes to the animal room filled with cages.

As Deaton watches Myrddin begin greeting and feeding the animals he hopes things work out for the kid. He's got some words of wisdom, but sometimes it's hard to find the right moments to give them. But when he does, it makes him happy to be able to help relieve some of Myrddin and Scott's worries. They're both great kids.

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Myrddin has the twig from the stump in his back pocket as he walks through the Preserve.

He didn't grab any food for Caval, but that's more about him not wanting to continue his bad luck and get attacked by an animal out here.

Along his walk he gets jump scared by the one and only Caval that seems to have enjoyed it. The damn stealthy coyote also seemed to enjoy his new hair color. Although it felt more like he was being made fun of. Either way, he enjoyed having the time in the woods without needing to worry about any animals attacking.