Vivienne frowned, a gut feeling telling her that something serious must have happened for Flynn to speak up like this.

"Why do you want me to leave?" she countered.

"Flynn, can you tell me what's bothering you?"

When Flynn remained silent, Vivienne stepped forward to check his wrist.

As expected, Flynn dodged in a panic, his voice trembling almost to tears, "You can't touch me, you'll get sick like I did."

Vivienne's eyes narrowed, following up on his words, "What kind of sickness?"

"Is someone bullying you, or did they put something on you?"

"Tell me, so I can help you."

But he was just a kid and couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into tears, his little hands pointing all over his body, "Here, here, it's all dirty and it hurts."

Dirty?

Vivienne tried to make out any clues from Flynn's face, but the room was too dim to see anything clearly.

Before her fingers even reached the light switch, the crying from the corner abruptly stopped.

He must have passed out from being overly emotional.

Pulling back the curtains, Vivienne quickly checked Flynn's condition, making sure he was just unconscious before calling Thomas.

Whatever was troubling Flynn, she was still unsure.

for a

was just outside, didn't waste a second after receiving Vivienne's call. He barged in, only to stop short at the sight of Leopold lounging in the living room,

that said "good luck" to Leopold, Thomas strode

pushing the door open, he

him inside, "Thomas, we need to take Flynn to the

he could bend down, Vivienne stopped him, "Wait, wrap him in

own coat, wrapped the child in it, and headed

her face turning pale at the sight,

"Flynn's in a bad way,

the hospital,

chilled

prioritize their

condition. He hates hospitals, being in a strange place would only worsen his state." "He'll be fine," Vivienne

Vivienne, "Who are you to take him without my consent? I said no, and that's final!"

"Claiming to be a healer, but at the first sign of trouble, you're rushing Flynn to the hospital. How do I know you're not

taken aback,

expression was stern, "You're his mother. Tell me, what's making him loathe his own body to the extent that he can't stand being touched?"

not a doctor, how would I know

her, Vivienne signaled

child and headed out, Delilah panicking

block the door, "I'm warning you, put

frosty, her fingers ready to act, when

what's going on

Flynn down. He can't handle this stress, and they're insisting on taking

is critical. If we don't get him to the hospital,

mention of a life-threatening situation, "Then you should hurry, don't waste any more

to Cordelia with tears, "Sis, I'm your sister. Do you believe her over

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