The sunlight coming in through the light-transmitting windows was a bit dazzling, and everything seemed to be dyed in a layer of pure white. Sean Dickinson heard a knock on the door.
He looked up from his thoughts, and someone pushed open the door to his room.
"Mr. Dickinson, Mr. Phillips is looking for you." Ms. Austin said standing at the door. Sean blinked and stood up. Somewhat dizzy. It should be caused by the medicines I took before. he thinks.
Following Austin through the corridor, up the stairs, and on the third floor, he found the office by a familiar route.
After knocking on the door, Phillips' voice came from the door: "Come in."
Sean pushed open the door and entered. Phillips stood in front of the window, his messy white hair illuminated by the sun, looking particularly thick. He was wearing reading glasses and looking at his antique clock in the sunlight from the window.
"Sean, sit down."
Sean sat down. Phillips walked back to his desk and placed the clock on the table.
"how do you feel today?"
"Feels good, Mr. Phillips."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Slept well."
"That's good - if you want to recover, you have to get enough sleep." Phillips twirled his fingers. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened the drawer and took out a brown book. Sean was familiar with that book, it was his.
"Oh, I read what you wrote." Phillips said with a smile on his face, "How should I put it...
"You have a wonderful imagination!"
Sean smiled in his heart, and the smile on his face was slightly lighter: "Thank you."
Phillips lowered his head and flipped through the book, which was filled with densely written words. He turned to the page with the bookmark and said with a smile: "You seem to have written down all the people and things around you, right?
"I read myself in it. I seemed to be..."
"You are the president of the Explorers Association. Mr. Dean."
"Yes, I am the president!" Phillips put on his reading glasses again and pointed at the indigo writing. "In your book, I seem to be, uh... a positive character?" He raised his head, full of thoughts. Wrinkled smile.
Sean nodded: "Yes, you helped me a lot in the book."
"The story is really exciting..." Phillips closed the book and took off his reading glasses, "The masked explorer, the undercurrent street full of ghosts, and the weird events in the museum...
"I bet that if you finish writing it and publish it in the future, I'm afraid it will become a best-seller."
After a pause, the dean continued: "However, Mr. Dickinson, as a doctor, I have to remind you... now is probably not a good time to continue writing these things - excessive use of imagination may have a negative impact on your recovery. Influence."
The smile on Sean's face froze and lost its life.
"Have hallucinations occurred again?"
Sean's peripheral vision fell on the oil painting on the wall behind the dean. The bright fishing boat was wrapped in thick black waves.
In Sean's eyes, in the painting that should be still, the waves are rolling, and the bright lights are fighting against the waves, ups and downs.
"Didn't show up." He swallowed.
The dean nodded.
"Where's the dream? Are you still having nightmares?"
Sean recalled the dream he had last night. A cliff-like head, with three green moons glaring at him. He couldn't remember the details, didn't know what it meant...
He still shook his head.
The dean nodded, sighed, and returned the notebook to Sean: "Okay. It seems that the situation is somewhat better - I still need to take the medicine. It is best not to write during this period... "
As he spoke, the dean took out the follow-up diagnosis report and scrawled something on it.
The report card had upside-down letters on its head. Sean looked at them word by word. The words suddenly started to squirm, like a bug under command, its hands and feet spinning around awkwardly...
"Arkham Psychiatric Center," reads the coat of arms.
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Sean was a little annoyed by his mood. His emotions are always like a rolling stone. Once they hit the bottom, they stay there for a long time. And it does roll off easily.
It seems difficult to regain my spirits again today. Maybe it was because of the drugs, or maybe Dean Phillips asked himself not to write - they didn't know how important writing those stories was to them, and that was simply the only joy in their current lives.
However, we still have to recover and live a normal life...
While thinking this way, another tragic scene flashed before Sean's eyes. When that series of unfortunate events led him to finally find Aaliyah's body, that scene deeply hurt his soul, causing him to have hallucinations, nightmares, and various mental symptoms.
Arya...
Sean stood in front of the window, feeling engulfed by a huge black tide, and felt chilled all over. It was indeed cloudy outside the window, but in his eyes it was a few degrees cloudier.
After adjusting his breathing, Sean raised his head and turned his attention to the more distant scenery outside the window.
The sky is leaden. A few pine trees swayed slightly under such a sky.
There is a huge highway billboard further away. On the billboard, Hollywood star Katherine Headey is smiling wearing a cowboy hat (the new movie is released, "Tales of the Canyon"!). People who smile like that never seem to be troubled.
It was useless, the stone still stayed at the bottom of the valley, motionless. Sean felt some pain in his back, the surroundings were getting darker and darker, his body was getting colder, and his breathing was getting faster and faster. He held on to the window sill, feeling like he was about to die.
Suddenly, he heard a bright piano sound. The sound of the piano flowed briskly, suddenly pulling him out of the darkness.
He turned his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the piano room.
He walked over step by step and stood at the door of the piano room. He saw the back of a man's head, who was playing the piano immersedly.
Sean walked into the piano room and stood behind the man and listened quietly.
After playing the song, the man turned his face. That's the smile of Moonlight 1902 in the story written by Sean: "Do you feel better?"
"Tim." Sean greeted.
The other party stood up and waved his hand: "No, don't call me that name. Call me Moonlight."
Tim, or Moonlight, was someone Sean met at the hospital and they quickly became friends. When they first met him, Sean always felt that there was something about him that was different from other people. Later, Sean realized that this guy who was similar to his own age sometimes had a child's look in his eyes. Sean created the character Moonlight 1902 based on him.
Moonlight can be said to be his most loyal reader. Every time he completes a new chapter, he will watch it immediately. Not only that, as one of the characters in the book, he also made many wishes to Sean...
"Sean, that is to say...can we let Moonlight marry Winnie in the story?..." Moonlight begged at that time. Sean knew that Moonlight was part of Tim's past. He had a sensitive spirit and had some symptoms due to huge emotional changes, so he came here.
At first, Sean had no plans to let Moonlight get married. After all, the career of a explorer is very dangerous. However, thinking of Tim's past experience, he still wrote this. Life is sometimes wild and does not obey people's wishes. Some wishes can be realized in stories, so why not?
This is at least what he can do.
Playing the piano in the moonlight always calmed him down. This good guy probably saw himself dazing in front of the window again, so he quietly entered the piano room next to him...
Moonlight suddenly raised a finger, and he seemed to hear something. Suddenly, he picked up Sean and ran outside the piano room: "That female devil is here!"
As soon as they rushed out of the piano room, they saw Austin, the head nurse, walking angrily along the corridor: "Tim, it's you again! It's still lunch break, what kind of piano do you play!..."
The two of them were running out of breath. They waited until they had escaped the fierce god, and then they laughed so hard in the corner that they were out of breath...
