Chapter 1995
Morpheus'' POV:
''I didn''t respond to her words. I simply said a brief goodnight and hung up.
''She doesn''t know that I''ve seen those fireflies before. When I was young, my surroundings were full of
them. She also doesn''t know how well acquainted I am with the Southeast Aciatic pce, even more
than my own home.
''She''s unaware that in moments of despair on the battlefield when I nearly lost my life, I glimpsed those
fireflies. They seemed to fly before my eyes as if leading me away and taking me to hell for judgment
by fire.
''As someone with hands stained with blood, I''m probably meant for hell.
''I smiled, lying in bed. I intended to sleep early, but that night felt incredibly long, haunted by one
nightmare after another. I was back in that ce where blood flowed like a river...
''I saw my father fading away before me, eventually turning into a bright spot. On closer inspection, it
was a firefly with its wings spread.
''I was startled awake from the dream, hastily grabbed some medicine from the drawer, and tremblingly
swallowed it.
''The next day, I visited a psychologist.
''Her name is Reba Jacox, a member of the Hamerton Group''s medical team. She has only
graduated a few years ago and is one of the younger doctors on the team. Due to her limited
experience, she couldn''t join the core team and has to follow a mentor, handling rtively
straightforward cases.
''I met her by chance once. The club''s match had ended, my boxers undoubtedly achieving grand
ms, and the club had profited immensely from the event. The boxers wanted to celebrate, but I
suddenly felt a piercing pain in my heart.
''It felt like drowning without any defense. I was drowning in that agony, unable to break free.
''Reba appeared, led me to the infirmary, and gave me a pill.'' -
That day.
After taking the medicine, Morpheus felt much better. His breathing gradually steadied, and he softly
asked her, "How did you have this medicine?"
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She smiled, offering me a cup of warm water.
"You exhibited somatic symptoms caused by psychological issues," she said. "I''m a psychologist. How
could I not understand? Don''t worry. What I gave you is prescription medicine avable at the hospital."
He had no reason not to trust her.
Back in Flinge, Morpheus had also visited a psychologist and taken simr medicine.
Reba was right. The somatic reactions caused by psychological issues were exactly what he
experienced.
"Thank you," he said.
Reba smiled, and he felt dazed for a moment. With her long hair flowing and her being in a white
dress under the dim light, it was almost as if Persephone had returned.
After that day, Morpheus grew closer to Reba.
During this time of increasing nightmares, he would visit her counseling room. They barely spoke. He
would lie on the recliner, eyes closed, while she sat behind her desk, recording his every move with a
camera—it was a standard procedure for psychologists. -
Today.
As usual, Morpheusy on the chair, gently closing his eyes.
Reba initiated the conversation. "It''s not cost-effective to pay for counseling and just sleep, you
know?"
Morpheus blinked, opening his eyes to look at her.
She smiled at me. "Most patients whoe to me treat me as an emotional dumping ground, talking
nonstop from the moment they arrive. But you''re different... You never speak as if you''re only here to
sleep."
"I can''t sleep at home," he murmured softly.
"And here?"
Morpheus shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn''t sleep well anywhere.
"Is your insomnia that severe?" Reba began jotting notes. "Mr. Orton, don''t you want to talk to me
about something? Maybe... I could help you ovee your obstacles."
"No need." After a moment of silence, he got up from the chair. "Have I been a nuisance during this
time? I won''te again."
"No, no!" Reba immediately stood up, grabbing his hand just as he was about to leave.