The Boy who Circled Time のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

"Motherfucker!"   "Son of a bitch, you piece of fucking shit!"   "You... you... I will decapitate you with a butter knife! I will pull your entrails up your throat and strangle you with them! I will burn you alive and make your remains into a pie!”   "I'm going to poison you with the cyanide I keep in my kitchen, and then beat you blind and dead with a rounders bat, before I have your eyes stabbed out with a fork and then shoved back into the same holes I took them from backwards!"   "I am going to tie you up with a Portuguese Man of War to a chair made of spikes! I will break every bone in your body and shove electrical wires into your ears! I will take out your eyes with a fork and feed them to you! I will coat all my knives in acid and stick them in your body where it hurts the most, and then, when you're writhing in agony, when your begging for your death, I will make you choke on sea water and t

Emmet clung on to Jasper, unable to tear his eyes away from the man in his arms; his body so still and lifeless, the glimmering, flickering flame of light that was the steady, miniscule rise and fall of his chest - his wispy, thin breath - being the only sign of some sort of consciousness and hope in that moment. Muttering all that he could, comforting Jasper with words of encouragement and promises of safety, Emmet did all that he could, whilst still holding the other in his arms and supporting his head with his free hand, to bestow some sort of joy and contentment, soothing his worries and fears and replacing them with a steady stream of love. Nothing existed outside of Jasper, and each slight flicker of his eyelids, like the flames of candles in the wind, made little ripples of hope well up in Emmet, as his tears continuously fell down onto Jasper's parched and dry skin. He so wanted the other to wake up so Emmet could kiss him senseless.

Jasper's skin was so, so thin and brittle, and Emmet worried that he would accidently tear it whilst holding the other man's hands within his own, his fingers shrunken thin, his palm shrivelled, and the bones jutting outward sharply, the membrane tight over those points. Emmet finally looked down at what he was leaning on after a while, finally realising that here, right now in this moment, he was utterly and completely useless and there was nothing that he could do.  There was a pillow and two blankets, folded up for him and piled on each other, just like the younger Lila had promised. He needed to stay here for Jasper, but the other was currently in need of rest and it was unlikely that he would be waking soon anyway, as much as Emmet preferred him to be. All he could do is sit here and do nothing, and he hated it. He had spent far too much time already sitting here and do

Lila was facing away from Emmet, currently rooting through the draws of her desk, each and every one open before him, when she first opened the door of the office that she had left him in.   All the other boxes that had been stacked at the corner of the room containing only more rudimentary chemistry supplies and medical equipment, all of it easy enough to set up and simplistic enough in their uses.   Lila seemed to have enough supplies to be able to deck out a typical hospital room full of people, which did not seem to make any sense at all with the profession and location that she was currently working in, the circumstances of all the equpiment in front of him intriguing Emmet's sense of curiosity and pinging off his suspicion alarm.   The desk drawers that he had also rifled through had given him information that was less comprehensive than a blank piece of paper, each and every draw that he had searched through conta

  Lila let herself fall to the floor outside the office, her back to the wall and her head looking towards the door.   The photo, that she had kept for so long underneath her bed, and again now tucked away at the bottom of her suitcase, tucked away within her folded clothing, lay down limp on the floor.   On the other side of the door, Emmet was crying.   He was begging Jasper to wake up, and Jasper wasn't waking up.   Jasper wouldn't be waking up until at least tomorrow, but she had thought that he had already known that. She didn't tell him anything that she thought that he already knew, but he didn't apparently know that.   And Lila couldn't exactly just barge in and announce that.   She couldn't exactly go in now at all.   She couldn't walk in until morning at least.   Sitting her, knees tucked undern