Kasumi-fem was about to protest, however before she had the chance to open her mouth Natsume had closed the screen door over. Igentile observed that his wife had closed over the door with an unusual sense of urgency, this unnerved him, it must really be something terrible.
“Natsume-fil… What’s the matter?”
He did not get an answer right away, but he waited nonetheless, when Natsume finally spoke she did so with a shaky and nervous tone.
“Doctor Kawashima-profe… He abandoned his patient, calling out your name for advice. Apparently he says he’s going to the nearest city for psychological help unless he receives your help!”
“Why me? I know nothing about medicine!” Igentile exclaimed.
“Read the Kawashima-profe’s mind then!”
“THAT’S IT! KASUMI-FEM, YOU’RE GETTING CHARGED FOR DOUBLE PEAK TIME!”
Kasumi made no more complaints.
“He says it’s something to do with witchcraft or something… And since psionics are connected to the paranormal…”
“So you’re saying that Kawashima-profe is going to lock himself in a mental institution if I don’t help him?”
“That about sums it up… Yes…”
“Summarised, I don’t have a choice”
“You only have yourself to blame, Hayate-fil,” she lowered her voice, “the whole psychic scam is going to far!”
“Well… Anything that puts the food upon the table, and pays the people to cook it, catch it and serve it, has to be a good thing right?”
“You’ve gone mad for money!”
They made Kasumi-fem pay the bill, thankfully she had forgotten why she had came to Igentile’s office, she had also forgotten that no treatment had taken place. The bill was a few days salary for her, however she didn’t seem to mind the steep price.***
Natsume took her husband to the doctor’s office, the doctor, a round and balding middle-aged man was also a popular person for visits in the mountain town. He received a lot of customers, almost as many as Igentile the psychic or Nakamura the farmer, and this was the first time in his 20 years of medicine practice that he had encountered a serious problem.
“Ah, thank you for bringing your husband Natsume-fem, now I’ll show you both how urgent the case is.” Kawashima spoke with a firm yet friendly tone, their was a sign of bewilderment in his eyes.
He took the two into the back of his practice, there was a strong smell of blood mixed with medicines in the air, Natsume wrinkled her nose.
“Ayame-fem, are you decent?”
“I am doctor!”
“Well come out from behind the screen then”
As soon as Ayame stepped out from behind the screen it was obvious where the smell of blood was coming from, the teenagers face told the surgery’s visitors that she was in pain, though apparently it was a pain that she had become accustomed too as she didn’t seem to be crying anymore. There where two scarlet fountains coming from her wrists.
“I just don’t understand it, Igentile-profe. She’s been bleeding for hours, she’s lost too much blood yet she still stands!”
Natsume made a movement towards Ayame, as though to put her arm around her, she took a step forward and froze looking down at her feet. The part where Ayame was standing was at a slightly lower level, as Natsume took the step down she found herself standing ankle-deep in a pool of crimson. There was definetly something wrong.
“Ayame-fem, did you cut yourself with suicidal intentions?”
Ayame’s eyes filled up with tears, she sniffed then spoke in a barely interpretable manner,
“N-No, I woke u-up this m-morning with a p-pain in my wrists. I-I didn’t cut myself, s-someone d-did it when I was sleep-ping!”
“Kawashima-profe, have either of you notified the detective?”
“I sent Joy-fil as soon as Ayame-fem came in. The detective arrived and questioned Ayame-fem, then he left to try to find the culprit. He came back an hour ago and was just as surprised as me to find Ayame-fem still with us.”
“This is all very peculiar, Ayame-fem, might I see your wrists…?”
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