Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2489

Chapter 2489 Pursuit of Balance

"Miss Morgan? Can you hear me?"

Saint sighed.

The woman in front of her was not responding. She was strapped into a straitjacket, sitting in a wheelchair, and looking quietly into the barred window of her patient room with an absent expression on her pale face.𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The world outside the window was dark. It was already late into the night, far past the time Saint was supposed to get off work. Her schedule was in shambles… which was a point of intense frustration. However, she could not do anything about it — this particular patient gave a whole new meaning to the word VIP, so Saint had been assigned to her and ordered to get to the bottom of her condition with utmost haste.

She had been spending a lot of time with this patient as of late, but things were not going well. That hurt her pride.

Miss Morgan… was a difficult puzzle.

She was both unhinged and chillingly cunning at times, and worse than that, she was prone to violent episodes. Worst of all, though, was the fact that this seemingly delicate woman somehow managed to deliver eerily gruesome wounds to the orderlies each time they tried to restrain her. Several had already been hospitalized, some of them irreversibly maimed and crippled.𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Therefore, Miss Morgan was put in a straitjacket and regularly fed a cocktail of powerful neuroleptics, which curbed some of her violent behavior, but made Saint's work much more difficult.

After all, how was she supposed to have a conversation with a person who had been drugged out of their mind?

It was almost as if the leadership of the hospital had no intention of helping this patient, and was perfectly content simply keeping her locked up.

Letting out another sigh, Saint left a note in her journal and stood to leave.

"I will see you tomorrow, then."

She was almost to the door when Morgan suddenly spoke — it was the first sentence she had spoken today, making Saint stop.

"You… something is different about you today."

Saint lingered for a moment, then turned around.

She did not say anything, studying her patient silently.

Morgan studied her, as well.

…Why did it seem like her eyes had a scarlet glint to them?

Naturally, it was impossible. Iris pigmentation was determined by the melanin saturation level and varied from brown or dark brown, which could appear black in certain lighting, to lighter shades like green, blue, and grey. In rare cases, such as albinism, melanin was entirely absent, which exposed blood vessels behind the iris and gave the eyes a pale reddish tint.

However, there were no people with vibrant, vivid vermilion eyes.

Saint frowned subtly.

'I must have seen wrong.'

Morgan, meanwhile, smiled slowly.

"You are... real, aren't you? But how strange. I don't recognize you. Well, no matter — since you arrived with that man, you must be one of his."

She seemed to be delirious, talking nonsense. In fact, considering the amount of antipsychotic medications administered to this patient, it was a miracle that she was able to form coherent sentences at all.

Morgan's smile did not seem like that of a person heavily dosed with tranquilizers, though.

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