Elian’sbrowsliftedslightlyashewroteitdown.O-type?Thewayshewasusuallycalmandreasonable,he’dassumedshe’dbeA-type.Butthenagain—O-typehadthatstubbornrefusaltoloseinitsbofitbetter,really.Thiswasthegirlwho’dsignedadevil’stractwithhimwithoutblinking.
“Homeaddress?”
Eyesclosed,leaningagainstthecoldpsticchairback,Crarecitedtheaddressinfragments—somewherenearDadongRoadbyShilinNightMarket.Elianwassurprised.Apcethatloud,thatfullofsmokeandstreetlightlife…andithadproducedasce-tracktopstudentasdtrolledasice.
“Oquestion.”Elian’seyesdroppedtotheredasteriskatthebottomoftheform.“Anymedicationallergies?You’reascestudent—youshouldknow.”
ThistimeCradidn’tanswerdirectly.
Witheffort,shesatup,unzippedthebackpackbyElia,andfumbledoutaminimalistbckwallet.Herfirembledassheope.Fromthedeepestinnerpocket,shepulledoutalyfoldedslipofpaper—yellowedwithage—andhaohim.
Elianunfoldedit.
Aprivatehospital’snamerihetop.Belowit,fourmedicationswerelistedindenselines—generiamessounonandtowistingtheybarelylookedreal.
Elianfrownedslightly.Hecopiedthelongothenotesseoftheintakeform,characterbycharacter,thenaskedcasually,“Theseareprettyobscure.penswhenyoutakethem—hives?Anaphycticshock?”
“Don’tknow…”Crasankbackagainstthecoldchair,hervoicehoarseandbroken.“FoundoutwhenIwaslittle…Itwastoolongago.Ifotwhatthereawas.Mymomworried,soshe’salwaysmademekeepthispaperinmywallet.”
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