He also saw the red eyes and sweat streaming down his cheek, as if he was going through terrible agony.
Flabbergasted, James cried, “What’s wrong, sir?!”
Diarmuid’s headaches had worsened due to prolonged insomnia and overdosing on sleeping pills.
James rushed him to the hospital the instant they disembarked.
After examination, the doctor told James that Diarmuid’s condition was due to overdosing on sleeping pills, and there might be more side effects if he continued taking it.
The doctor then administered a sedative to help him sleep, while James left and called Stan on the walkway.
“He’s admitted now, and the doctor told him to stop taking sleeping pills and try to sleep naturally instead. But we know his temper…”
James was alone in Minerva with Diarmuid. Having no ideas, he had to call Stan to discuss.
While he stood by the window, Abigail arrived. She was wearing a lab coat, a cap, and a face mask, and spoke in fluent
Minerverse, ‘I’ll be checking on the patient now.”
James quickly told Stan, “Got to go. I’ll call you again later.”
Walking over and noticing that she was a woman, he asked, “Wasn’t he checked already?”
‘I’ll be observing how deep his sleep is,” she replied. “Please don’t disturb.’
James nodded, and Abigail entered without further questions thanks to her profession.
This was actually another hospital affiliated to the Mead Clinic. Abigail spotted Diarmuid when he was brought in, but with another doctor seeing him, she could only take up his aftercare.
Naturally, she was not here to watch his sleep condition-the sedative that the previous doctor gave Diarmuid was enough to ensure that he would be sleeping for over 24 hours.
She just wanted to see him.
She quietly sat beside his bed.It had been seven months.
Time somehow moved as slow as it was quick.
She lowered her gaze, her curled eyelashes twitching and soon dampened by her tears.She leaned her face against his chest.
‘I missed you,” she said, as if to herself. “I know you’re not heartless.”
Harvey had told her that Diarmuid refused to get involved with the fully artificial heart project, but she knew that Harvey was slandering him.
He was a man who could accept a woman he did not love, even playing the role of a husband for the sake of his son-his sense of responsibility was there for all to see.
“I don’t know how you got chronic insomnia, but I’ll do my best to treat you, ‘ she said, rising to her feet and pulling his blanket upto his shoulders.
She then left reluctantly-even if she was a doctor, staying too long and drawing James’s suspicion would be problematic.
As she left Diarmuid’s ward, James promptly approached her. “How is he?’
‘Sound asleep. Expect him to wake up in 24 hours.”
James nodded. “Thank you.”
‘It’s fine-just doing my job,” Abigail replied and returned to her post.
She left work early that day, since she had an appointment.
Since there was still time, she visited a hairdresser…
Jeff Cartman was surprised. “Jane? Your hair…”
Abigail had dyed her hair blonde and had it permed. It was a far cry from her straight, smooth hairstyle from before.
But she had to do it since she might run into Diarmuid again.
“Just wanted a change of pace,” she told Jeff as she handed him the menu. “Order anything you want- l’m buying to return your favor.”
‘We’re Zidonians-we should be doing this much,” Jeff smiled, and leaned in to whisper, “Actually, I wouldn’t have found out if my girlfriend wasn’t a Raideen.”
“Wouldn’t she get upset that you told someone else?” Abigail asked.
‘She won’t find out,” Jeff shrugged, and stared at Abigail’s hair again. “You look like a local now… though I suggest contacts and more makeup to match your hair.”
“Good idea.” Abigail had trouble disguising herself, and his suggestion was useful.
“That said, your old hairstyle fits you better since you’re introverted,” Jeff added. “It looked better, too. Even with your scars, it doesn’t affect your overall appearance.
‘Are you flattering me?” Abigail smiled.
Jeff did not shy away. “Of course. And… sorry for misunderstanding you before.”
‘It’s fine.”
24 hours later, Abigail returned to Diarmuid’s ward to check on him.
James was nodding off on the couch and woke up when he heard the door open.
“Dr. Tanner.”
Abigail nodded and asked, “He didn’t wake up?”
“No.”
Abigail then leaned in, opening one of Diarmuid’s eyelids to see if he was showing signs of waking up.
Sleeping too much was bad, and they only allowed him to sleep for 24 hours because of his insomnia.
That was when Abigail saw Diarmuid’s pupils dilate, and just as she flinched, Diarmuid suddenly sat up, his eyes sharp, wary-even hostile, showing no drowsiness at all.
“Who are you?”
James quickly explained, ‘This is Dr. Jane Tanner. She’s a doctor here.
Even so, Diarmuid was staring at Abigail with sharp eyes that could well pierce her face mask to see underneath…She was a doctor.
So, why did she flinch?
And what was that disguise for?
A face mask and a scarf?
Nonetheless, Abigail feigned composure while thickening her Minerverse accent to further disguise that she was no Zidonian. “I’m Dr. Jane Tanner- you can call me anything you want, but the issue here is your insomnia. It is already affecting your overall health, so you must cooperate with treatment.”
Diarmuid, however, pushed off his blanket and started toward her, his presence more menacing the closer he got.
Abigail’s hands clenched her side as she braced herself. “Please, you have to lie down… Oof!”
Before she could finish, Diarmuid had pulled off her face mask.
She quickly clasped her hands over her cheeks while panic showed in her eyes, but Diarmuid was already left stunned.
All he could think about was how ugly she was-speckled cheeks, cobalt- blue eyes, lipstick smudged beyond her lips, fake eyelashes as thick as fur, and a large mole over her nose, with a hair growing out of it!
He noticed the tattoos on her body, too…He actually took a step back just then-he did just see the ugliest woman in his life!He finally understood why she was covering herself in layers!
James, who had been standing nearby, almost threw up when he saw Abigail unmasked.
Wow-how could there be such a disgusting woman?!
Abigail could clearly see the disdain in Diarmuid’s eyes, and naturally took it to the next level by making herself unforgettable.
She took off her cap, revealing her dry blonde perms which lacked luster and looked just like a bird’s nest, flapping against the wind…
Turning toward James, Diarmuid growled, “Get me another doctor.”
James certainly could see why. “Right away-“
“Sir, you’re judging a book by its cover,” Abigail said as she put her cap and mask back on. “My ability has never been called into question, and since I’m also pregnant, the hospital will side with me. They are not going to budge.”
James finally stared at her belly just then, and wondered which brave soul could have tapped that, even allowing her to keep the baby.
The horror… What if their child was just like her? Their life would be ruined!
Abigail simply ignored their looks of repulsion.
Her disguise was effective-she was certainly satisfied.
“There are two treatments that I will recommend. The first is hydrotherapy -basically medicinal baths and massages. The second is shock therapy, but this one is applied by pumping low voltage currents through your head to adjust your cerebral cortex activity. It helps to curb insomnia, depression, and even paranoia…”
“Save it. The first sounds much safer,” James said.
The second was almost horrific. Would Diarmuid’s head really be fine if they keep putting it through the grinder?
James had no idea, and it was better to be safe than sorry.
“I think the safer option is better, sir.” James tried his best to reason. “We would be making return trips with the second option-it’s going to be very inconvenient.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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