Chapitre 180: Treatment

Peter was finishing his last chart. He had been here all night and finally caught up with all his patients. Finally, he was ready to go home, draw his curtains tight and crawl into bed to sleep.

At least, that was the plan until his office door flew open.

He let out a deep sigh, preparing to tell whoever it was to go away.

“I… need help.”

Peter looked up at the voice. It was Axel.

He was leaning heavily against the door frame, his hand gripping his head, and he was sweating profusely. Even from his seat at the desk, Peter could see the pain written on Axel’s face.

“Axel!” Peter shouted, jumping up and running to the man’s side.

“Help…” Axel gasped out, grunting as the pain in his head grew.

“Let’s get you to the chair,” Peter said, helping Axel sit down. Once he was in the chair, Peter moved back to the door. “A little help in here!”

Peter dropped down to his knees in front of Axel.

“Hey, tell me what’s going on,” Peter said, lifting Axel’s chin. “Shit!”