Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

“You look terrible.” Wes frowned. He was not exaggerating. James was strapped to the hospital bed in front of him, looking like a trapped animal. But what’s bad is not James’ appearance. His body doesn’t seem to be hurt at all. What’s bad is the floor he is on now, this is the psychiatric department.

Wes took out the case at the end of the bed and turned over, “Violence!” Wes shook his head with a smile, closed the case and put it back, “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

James gloomy face, staring at his friend, humming with gnashing teeth, “You look worse!”

Wes shook his head and rubbed his palms on his eyes Rubbing, he hasn’t rested for two days, and has been acting as a janitor for two cases in a row. The boss of the Southern District Police Department is definitely arranging him as a rookie. He has no real task to do, but he forces Wes to spend there!

Wes took a note from his pocket, unfolded it, and inserted it on the blanket on James’ chest. But he propped his head and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against James’s bed with a languid look, “I’ll forget it. You want to tell me what’s going on.” His thick shoulders are leaning against the bed. The guardrail of Zhang, holding his eyes hard, looks like he is going to sleep at any time, “You better tell me what caused me to give up my rest time to see your ghostly look.”

Musk stretched his neck forward and looked at the vampire’s note, his face even more gloomy. This was not over yet, Wes raised his hand and turned the note over, two PSs fell into James’s sight, and a square metal wine bottle was also thrown in front of James’ chest.

“Take this ghost away!” James struggled with his belt-bound hands! The bottle was not shaken off, but fell into a hospital gown, and the touch of metal stuck to James’ skin. James struggled more violently. It’s naive, it’s not that he has never drunk this thing.

“Hush! Hush!” Coulson opened the door with an annoying look, and gestured to James to shut up, “What are you doing! Do you want to stay here for a few more days!” Honestly!”

Wes calmly took back the two things Zac had left in his house, and said nothing.

Coulson was nodded to Wes, no longer caring about the people in the southern district, staring at James with frowning, standing beside the bed with a doctor-like guy, and unfolding a few documents in front of him .

“There is nothing to be ashamed of.” Coulson’s tone was comforting, “PTSD is normal.” Coulson curl one’s lip corner, “You just participated in a big action Some emotions are normal. Now that you sign these obediently, you can go out.”

James stared sullenly at the document in front of him, he didnt want to refute it anymore. There is a mental disorder! Threats to life, participating in special operations, killing or being killed, James does not know how much he has experienced! So is Wes around! But James never felt that he was psychologically impaired!

This is all Anthony did! Anthony is warning James that if James doesn’t care about his mouth, Anthony will use this method to control James’ whole body!

James was admitted to the hospital forcibly because he suddenly went crazy and was knocked out and sent to the hospital. Anthony told Zac the truth, the concussion is real, but apart from this, this guy is very healthy, no matter mentally or physically. Then heaven knows that Anthony did something, and James was diagnosed with a mental disorder.

From start to finish, James has never received any mental assessment. When he woke up, he was already under control of this patient who was regarded as a threat. Even the doctor-like person in front of him was the first time he saw him.

“If you ask me.” The doctor who didn’t know where he came from was dissatisfied, “I would never agree to his discharge!” It was a righteous feeling, James Shi held back his anger.

“You will have thanks from the Barton Police Department!” Coulson emphasized.

It seems that the righteous doctor shook his head helplessly and pointed to the file Coulson placed in front of James, “Twice a week, a three-hour psychological consultation…”

As he kept talking, Coulson kept winking from the side. Regardless of whether James wanted it or not, the pen had been tucked into his hand tied to the bed, and the position for Nian’s signature was already placed…

“If he is absent from work again, there is no delay in treatment progress.” The doctor looked at Coulson, “I strongly recommend that the Barton Police Department suspend such a detective! I don’t care about his surname. What an important credit!”

This advice was clearly beyond the scope of the doctor’s advice, and it completely annoyed James who had endured the sadness!

“You…”

Coulson covered James’ mouth and looked at the doctor, “Doctor, I’ll do it next. The Barton Police Department will Thank you!”

The doctor frowned, sighed heavily, and left.

Wes’s hands propped his face, lowered his head and shoulders, shaking constantly, this guy was holding back a smile.

Courson let go and confirmed that the door was closed and the curtains closed. Angrily faced James, who was flushed, lowered his voice, “What’s the matter with you! You don’t want to go out anymore, do you!” Coulson pushed away angrily and it didn’t help at all. Wes, if he didn’t know that this guy is James’ comrade-in-arms, and the relationship is unusual, he would never let Wes appear here.

Wes Ninja laughed, shaking his head and lying on the sofa. He didn’t need James to explain, he knew how ridiculous this PTSD was! It must have been James who was involved in some foreign affairs again and was left here as a trouble.

“Do you know how angry the boss and the boss are!” Coulson glared at James, “Newton’s guy hasn’t left yet! You made this kind of thing! You are too Lance! Its a bit crisp! The entire Bartons face is lost by you!”

Of course, what Coulson said was the vase “Lance”. Maybe the middle-aged detective was really angry and didnt speak. Be polite.

Innocent James, he doesn’t even know what happened to him!

Watching James’ face flushed and his muscles collapsed, Coulson realized that he was serious.

“Okay, okay!” Coulson 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 has to accept it! If she cant accept it, she must look forward! Why do this for one person! Do you like being tied to the bed and treated like a patient now!”

What? she was? Who? !

As soon as James appeared confused, before he had time to ask Coulson what he was talking about, his partner comfortably pressed his hand on James’ chest, saying, “I understand your expression”!

What is it? !

“Signed these! I will rest after I go back! Only twice a week for psychological counseling! Don’t tell me that you are afraid of those bullshit guys!” Coulson stopped talking, and pressed Zhan hard. Max’s hand is right where the signature is needed.

James looked towards Wes with a look of confusion.

Wes shrugged and shook his head. Although Wes came with Coulson, it was entirely because Zach didn’t write the address in the note, so he had to go to the police station to ask first. Coulson in the police station is still finishing off their previous actions, dealing with Newton’s guys, but it seems Coulson does know something, and he just wants to come to the hospital to see James.

As for these two guys, apart from the James who they know together, there is really no other intersection. Police officers belonging to different districts are not allowed to communicate more in terms of professional ethics. Wes didn’t know what Coulson was talking about.

Seeing that James was holding the pen in his hand, Coulson drew the paper and pen impatiently. He decided to sign on his behalf…

“Wait.” Coulson stared at Coulson, “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend.” Coulson twitched his lips, recalling James’s signature, and the pen in his hand was on a piece of waste paper. Shang moved quickly, raised his eyebrows, “Wrong, ex-girlfriend.” Then, without waiting for James to respond, forged a test signature, which was already in front of James’ face, “How about it, is it the same? “Without waiting for a response, Coulson shook the head himself, “No, your words are much uglier.”

Former, girl, friend, friend.

James didn’t have time to care about his partner’s mockery of his writing ability. All he noticed were these words. The memory began to live inexplicably in his mind, James couldn’t remember when he was broken up.

Coulson frowned and didn’t explain much. Maybe he didn’t need to explain. He quickly modeled James’ handwriting on waste paper and wrote a dozen signatures. It seemed that he was not very satisfied, and he muttered, “It’s more uglier!”

Wes pursed his lips, took the pen in Coulson’s hand, and took out the documents that needed to be signed. I quickly turned over and found ordinary psychotherapy documents. Without making any preparations, the pen in his hand moved quickly, and after signing all the places where’James Lance’ should appear, he looked at James weirdly, “I think you need to leave now. Here.”

James looked at two friends who were obviously thinking about themselves, gloomy face, with their tied wrists pulling on the belt, “Get me out.”

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Coulson took the file, glanced at Wes, and screamed, “This is all, wait, I’ll call the doctor.”

Wes closed the one that Coson left. The door, leaning against Jamess bed again, frowned, “Why did you come here? What happened?”

James also seemed to be thinking, “I was caught by the mayor, Anthonys men were left here. They got the PTSD and they didnt want me to go back to the police station to talk a lot.”

This hospital incident is a warning. It is a downgrade of James prestige. James will be pulled back to his original position 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 a large case of illegal invasion, murder, and detention in a certain place in Back Bay, the police officers would not take it seriously. Anthony’s goal has been achieved. The most direct proof is Coulson’s performance. Coulson obviously counted James’ unclear “be broken up” and counted it on his PTSD.

After adjusting his emotions, Jamess complexion really didnt get better, “What does Coulson mean?”

Wes shook his head, “I dont know, I said To see you, he pulled me together.” Wes tilted his head and looked towards the direction of the door. “But what he said, it is true that your chief and team leader are very angry. When Coulson came, he was affected. Order to get you out of the hospital.”

Weiss pulled at the corner of his mouth, joking in regret, “Ex-girlfriend.”