Chapter Thirteen

Kurt appeared in a hidden alley with me in tow. I raised my wrist and glanced at the dial in less than three minutes, and I was from Forks to Metropolis.

It sounded crazy, but it was true, and I could hardly imagine the mysterious forces that had intervened. I couldn't lift him by the tail to study him properly, so I just gaped at Curt with glowing eyes and murmured, "This is amazing.

"Lancy. ... He's very uncomfortable with my blazing gaze, but I think it's because he's too shy." You should go to the hospital; we'll just go back from here later.

I opened my mouth to say something, but as soon as I saw his warm and bright eyes, I abruptly realized that, unlike mutants like Pietro, Kurt's special skin and tail could not be hidden, so even though he was a warm and kind person, he still couldn't walk in the sunlight for a while.

I blinked, my heart floating with pain for him. "So what are you going to do? Wait here for me all the time." I couldn't imagine him waiting for me in this dark, cramped alley.

"I can go back to school first."

"I want to hang out too." We spoke up almost simultaneously, and he and I looked at each other and both smiled. I clapped my hands together and said, "Then let's meet here at 7 p.m. Kurt nodded his head in agreement; we exchanged contact information, and he abruptly disappeared in front of my eyes, leaving me alone in the empty little street and alley with all this blue smoke that hadn't dissipated yet.

I looked at the street outside and saw the warm colors in the picture. Let me think back to Fox, surprisingly, in a trance; it seems to be another world. The cold tone is Fox's unchanging tone; it is never so bright and vivid.

Lancy's doctor had suggested before that she go to one of the big hospitals in the Metropolis for a proper checkup, but that silly aunt, ah, had long since lost all hope of life, and her condition might just be the last straw for her.

Maybe she felt that no one in the world cared about her; maybe she felt lonely; maybe she couldn't find the value and meaning of her existence. In the last few pages of her diary, I knew that she was on the verge of a breakdown. From the heartbreaking accusations to the muddled handwriting, she couldn't afford to put pen to paper and write anything anymore.

The hot use of the metropolis is something I cannot imagine: the noisy crowd, busy streets, the air wafting the scent of crepes. I walked into that hospital, mixed with the smell of medicine to hit my face; this should be the hospital-alone smell.

I was apprehensive before I came here, but, at this time, my heart is much calmer. There are not many tests to be done; I just need to wait for the results of the report. I sat in a cold chair, listening to the doctor's explanation. This is the first time I have faced the mass in my head directly.

Dr. Smith said that the tumor was growing slower than they had predicted, which was barely good news, but as the tumor grows, it will press on the nerves later on, and I was told to be prepared for it early on and that while this concussion didn't cause any effects, I must pay attention to it in the future I came out of the hospital with my newly dispensed medication, and I couldn't keep my eyes open from the white sunlight that was blinding my eyes. I bought a lot of small snacks, and I ate them while strolling through the streets of Metropolis.

" May I ask when exactly you are going to take me away?" I suddenly heard a soft female voice praying like that. What's going on? Theresa and the others have been exposed. Do they believe in the Grim Reaper these days? Or just really don't want to live? I pounded my chest and coughed; there was not much space left.

The countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

"Loki is right; I'm too cowardly to kill myself, so I can only look forward to your arrival. Please take me out of this world." Her voice was very soft; she didn't sound very old, and through the wall, she sounded pitifully weak and fluttering.

I looked at the ocher national wall and followed the direction for a while around to the main entrance, where I gazed at the words Angela's Convalescent Home with complicated eyes.

"May I help you?" a caregiver came up to me and asked before I took a single step.

"May I, uh, take a tour?

"Of course," the blonde caretaker slipped me a pamphlet describing the philosophy and environment of the sanatorium: "Our sanatorium has a full range of medical equipment, a quiet and favorable environment, and carefully selected caretakers... We will rationally allocate the activity areas according to the needs of our guests to create the most suitable living environment for them.

I thought about the girl just now in my heart, and her words praying for death to come made me feel extra heavy. I had always wanted to live a good life, and from the day I became Lancy, I had cherished this short period very much.

But she was still alive, and she was looking forward to leaving this world. How desperate would she be? People are complex creatures; sometimes they are exceptionally strong, and other times they are exceptionally fragile.

I thought again of Lancy, who had done the same thing, leaving her shell behind, giving up the rest of her time, and going who knows where, or dissipating.

I went back to the alley where I'd made the appointment with Kurt, chewing on a piece of grape-flavored bubble gum in my mouth and blowing a quivering purple bubble.

"Lay, Lancy?" The bubble popped just as Kurt appeared, and he seemed startled by me.

"Scared you?" I laughed at his amusement.

He asked nervously, "Am I late?"

I raised my hand to look at my wristwatch. "No, no, I'm the one who's early."

I handed him my pockets and pursed out a smile at him. "These are for you; I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought a little of everything as a thank-you gift."

"For me?" Kurt took his pockets in surprise and thanked me handily. There was a small problem on the way back; it was in a forest.

"Hugs, sorry about that, Lancy," Cort said guiltily, explaining that sometimes uncertainty causes transient locations to go awry, and I waved my hand to show that I hadn't taken it to heart.

"It's just down here to my house. "I looked at the sky; it wasn't too late. "Curt, go back; thanks for today.

"But is this okay?" He looked at me sternly, uneasiness written in his dark golden pupils. "I, I forgot not to do this right.

Stunned, I smiled and nodded at him, "It's okay, but Kurt, you want to

Make up for it is fine." I looked askance at his tail and narrowed my eyes wryly, "Let me

Just touch your tail."

"Well, only for a second.

-" he brought the tip of his tail to me, and I reached out my

Hand and carefully touched it; it felt perfect, and I couldn't help but squeeze it.

"Lay, Lancy. Only for a second, uhh!" He gulped, his body slightly

I trembled, and I suddenly felt guilty about bullying an honest kid.

"Fine!" I let go of his tail; thankfully, Kurt couldn't see the blush, and my gulf wouldn't deepen. "Kurt, you go back.

He was so busy disappearing in front of me that there was a hint of panic, and he was running away from me. I suspected he I might have been mistaken about the place again and thought that there was something in it for me, but I would never admit it.

But I would never admit it.

It was a day of rare sunshine, but the forest was still moist, and my affinity for it made me relax my vigilance.

I didn't notice the slippery moss clinging to the rocks, and I slipped and fell into the

I didn't pay attention to the slippery moss climbing on the rocks for a moment, and my foot slipped and fell into the stream, not to mention that I hit a rock on my leg, which is now hot and sore.

I think it's a bruise.

It's a bit embarrassing. I was just discharged from the hospital today, and I almost forded my way back.

The sky is getting dark, but the situation is not good. I twisted my foot just now, and it hurts when I put pressure on it.

I twisted my foot; it hurt when I put pressure on it. Maybe it's a bit serious?

I've never been in such a mess before, so now it makes me disheveled and makes me feel good to

Laughing, I wrung out my legs and asked, "Lancy? " I looked up, recognizing in the dim light the

Another person's face.

"Embry?" I was surprised; he was standing on a flat rock. "How did you

here?"

He jumped to my side in three bounds and crouched down. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little shaken up." I saw his hair cut short. "I haven't seen you lately.

I haven't seen you lately, but Quil comes to Jacob sometimes.