A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“Are you alright?” Vinson looked back and asked. Arielle shook her head. “I’m okay. Please do not rough up the patient, Mr. Jupiter. Sufferers of trauma tend to be more sensitive toward external stimuli, so he didn’t mean to.” “Okay…” Only then did Harvey withdraw the hand that Carter held onto, but he remained where he was and kept a vigilant eye on the man in the bed. Carter winced and massaged his own temple.

“Hey, Harvey. How about you hit the fella harder next time and kill him outright so we don’t have to go through all this trouble of trying to fix his kooky head?” Harvey cleared his throat sheepishly in response, and found it inexplicably vexing to see Vinson and Arielle stand in close proximity.

Even though he understood that Vinson did it to save her, that did not stop him from feeling sore about it. Klaus returned with a box shortly after, only to see the patient completely out cold with a bloodied nose and with fate uncertain. “What… what’s going on here?” All eyes then fell upon Harvey, who felt the pressure from that a little overwhelming. “I’m going to head outside for a breather.” With that, he turned around and stepped away.

more of these injuries, as it would only compound upon his condition. Sufferers of PTSD are emotionally fragile, so I’m not sure if he would be able to take it should this happen again.” “Yeah. I’m going

unconscious. It would be impossible for me to work if he stayed alert, considering his unpredictability.” “Please go ahead.” Klaus spoke diffidently without realizing it. Before Arielle began,

her. Have fun, but don’t overdo it.” Klaus bowed in response. “Don’t worry, we won’t.” Carter then exited

on the head with pinpoint precision. Jordan’s eyes were riveted as he watched on at the side, positively certain