The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"You look terrible. Eight ▼ one? Middle ★? Wen Wang www.81zw.com?" Weiss frowned, he was not exaggerating, James in front of him was strapped to the hospital bed, a pair of sleepy The appearance of a beast. But what's bad is not James' appearance. His body doesn't seem to be harmed at all. What's bad is that the floor he is on now is psychiatric.

Weiss pulled out the case at the end of the bed and turned it over. "Violent tendency!" Weiss shook his head with a smile, closed the case and put it back. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

James sullenly glared at his friend, gritted his teeth, "You look worse!"

Weiss shook his head and rubbed his palms on his eyes. He hadn't rested for two days and kept guarding two cases in succession. The boss of the Southern District Police Department is definitely preparing him as a rookie. He does not have any substantive tasks to do for him, but he is forced to order Wes to spend it there!

Weiss took a note from his pocket, unfolded it, and put it on the blanket on James' chest. He was propping his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against James's bed, "I'll forget it. You have to tell me what's going on." His thick shoulders leaned on the bed The guardrail, holding his eyes hard, looks like he is going to sleep at any time, "You better tell me, what made me give up the rest time to see you like this ghost."

James stretched his neck forward, looking at the vampire's notes, his face darkened even more. It was not over yet. Weiss raised his hand and turned the note over. Two ps fell in the sight of James. At the same time, a square metal wine bottle was thrown on James' chest.

"Take this ghost thing away!" James's hands tied by his belt struggled! The bottle was not shaken off, but fell into a sick suit, and the metal touch stuck to James' skin. James struggled harder. It's really naive, he hasn't drunk this thing.

"Hush! Hush!" Coulson pushed the door in an annoyed manner, gesturing to James, "What are you doing! Do you want to stay here for a few more days! Be honest!"

Wes quietly withdrew the two things Zac had left in his house, and said nothing.

Coulson nodded to Weiss, no longer caring for this southern man, staring at James with a frown, and stood beside the bed with a guy who looked like a doctor. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com? Unfold several documents in front of him.

"There is nothing shameful." Coulson's tone was actually comforting. "Post-traumatic stress disorder (pTsd) is normal." Coulson pouted, "You just participated in a big operation, and some emotions are normal. Now Obediently signed these. You can go out. "

James stared somberly at the document in front of him. He didn't want to refute it anymore. Who-he-mother had psychological obstacles! Life threats, participating in special operations, killing or being killed, James did not know how much he had experienced! Wes around me too! But James has never felt that he was psychologically hindered!

This is all done by Anthony! Anthony is warning James if James doesn't care about his mouth. Anthony will use this method to control James's body!

James was forcibly admitted to the hospital on the grounds that he was suddenly mad and stunned and sent to the hospital. Anthony told Zac the truth, the concussion is true, but otherwise, this guy is very healthy, regardless of spirit or body. Then God knew what Anthony did, and James was diagnosed with a psychological disorder.

From the beginning to the end, James never received any mental assessment. When he woke up, it was already controlled by the patient as a threat. Even the person in front of the doctor. He also saw it for the first time.

"If you ask me." The doctor, who didn't know where it came from, was dissatisfied. "I would never agree to his discharge!" It was the feeling of righteous words, and James resisted his anger.

"You will be grateful to Patton Police!" Coulson emphasized.

It seemed that the doctor of justice shook his head helplessly, pointing at the document that Cowson placed in front of James, "twice a week, a three-hour psychological consultation ..."

The doctor kept talking, and Coulson kept his eyes on the side, no matter whether James would like it or not, the pen was already stuffed into his hand tied to the bed. The location of the year's signature has been set ...

"If there is any absence from him, there will be no delay in the treatment." The doctor looked at Coulson. "I strongly recommend Patton Police to suspend such a detective! I don't care what his last name is, what an important contribution!"

This has clearly been advised by the scope of medical advice. Bayi ?? Chinese ?? www.81zw.com ◆ thoroughly annoyed the already sad and sad James!

"you……"

Coulson covered James's mouth and looked at the doctor, "Doctor, I'll be fine next. Patton Police will thank you!"

The doctor frowned tightly, sighed heavily, and left.

Weiss's hand propped his face. With his head and shoulders trembling, the guy was laughing.

Coulson let go and confirmed that the door was closed and the curtains were closed. Angrily, James, who blushed, lowered his voice, "What's the matter with you! You don't want to go out, do you!"

Coulson angrily pushed away Wes, who didn't help at all. If he knew that this guy was a comrade of James, the relationship was not ordinary. He would not let Wes appear here.

Weiss Ninja laughed and shook his head on the sand. He didn't need James to explain how ridiculous this pTsd is! It must be that James was involved in something alien again and was thrown here as trouble.

"Do you know how angry the boss and boss are!" Coulson glared at James. "Newton's guy hasn't left yet! You've done such a thing! You Lance is too crisp! The entire Barton's You have lost your face! "

What Coulson said was naturally the vase ‘Lance’. Perhaps the middle-aged detective was really angry, and he was not polite.

Innocent James, he does n’t even know what he ’s doing!

Watching James's face flushed and his muscles collapse, Coulson realized that he was serious.

"Okay!" Cosson took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and sat next to James. "I know you will be angry and uncomfortable! But think about it, this is your job! She must accept it! If you accept it, you must look forward! Why do you want to be alone? Do you like being tied to the bed and being treated like a patient now? "

what? she was? Who? !

James just had doubts and had no time to ask what Coulson was talking about. His partner put his comforting hand on James' chest, a pair of "I understand your expression"!

WTF? !

"Sign these! Take a break after going back! Only two psychological consultations a week! Don't tell me that you will be afraid of the **** guys!" Coulson said no more, holding James's hand firmly. Right where you need to sign.

James looked at Wes, his face puzzled.

Wes shrugged and shook his head. Although Weiss came with Coulson, it was entirely because Zack did not write the address. He had to ask the police station first. The Coulson in the police station was still finishing their previous actions, circling with the Newton guys, but it seems that Coulson did know something and happened to be coming to the hospital to see James.

As for these two guys, except James, who knows each other. There is really no other intersection. Police officers belonging to different districts do not allow them to communicate more professionally. Weiss didn't know what Coulson was talking about.

Seeing that James's hand holding the pen didn't move, Coulson took the paper and pen impatiently, and he decided to sign for himself ...

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

"Your girlfriend." Coulson pouted, recalling the signature of James. The pen in his hand moved quickly on a piece of waste paper, raising his eyebrows. "Wrong, ex girlfriend." Then wait James responded. The forged test signature was already in front of James' face. "How is it, is it the same?" Without waiting for a response, Coulson shook his head. "No, your words are much ugly."

Former, female, friends, friends.

James had no time to manage his partner's mocking of his writing ability. All he noticed were these words. The memory began to pass inexplicably in my head, and James couldn't remember when he was broken up.

Coulson frowned and didn't explain much. Maybe he didn't feel like explaining. Kuai has modeled James's handwriting on waste paper and wrote a dozen signatures. None seemed to be very satisfied, nagging, "Make it harder!"

Weiss pursed his lips, took the pen in Coulson's hand, and drawn the documents that needed to be signed. Quickly turned it over. It is a common psychotherapy file. I did n’t make any preparations. The pen in my hand moved quickly. After signing all the places where “James Lance” should appear, I looked at James strangely, “I think you need to leave now Here."

James looked at two friends who were obviously thinking about himself, with a sullen face, two strapped wrists pulling the belt, "Get me out."

Coulson took the file, glanced at Wes, and said, "That's all. Wait, I'll call the doctor."

Wes closed the door where Coulson left, leaning against James's bed again, frowning, "How the **** did you come? What happened?"

James seems to be thinking too, "I was thrown here by the mayor, Anthony's men, they got the pTsd, they didn't want me to go back to the police station and talk."

This hospital incident was a warning. It was a downgrade of James Prestige. James, who had just made a contribution, would be pulled back to his original status because of this inexplicable pTsd.

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 somewhere in Back Bay, there were big cases of illegal invasion, murder, and detention, and the police might not take it seriously. Anthony's purpose has been achieved. The most direct proof is the performance of Coulson. Coulson apparently made James' unclear ‘break up’ and count it in his pTsd.

After adjusting his emotions, James's complexion couldn't be better. "What does Curson mean?"

Weiss shook his head. "I don't know. I said it was to see you. He took me with me." Weiss turned his head and looked in the direction of the door. It's true to be angry. Coulson was ordered when he came to get you out of the hospital. "

Wes twitched his lips, regrettingly teasing, "Former girlfriend." (Unfinished.)