Chapter 6
“Ma… it’s been an entire day. Can I get my devices back now?”
“No, you may not.”
“But I'm bored.”
“Play with Lucy then.”
“Okay… but when am I getting ice cream?”
“With your lunch.”
“Damn it.”
The moment they reached home, Asmodeus quickly searched for Lucy.
“William, where's Lucy?”
“Perhaps she isn't back from the groomer yet, young master.”
“But we took her car though.”
“You forgot young master? She has 2 cars.”
“Oh right, but what am I supposed to do then I'm bored!”
“How about taking a walk in the garden?”
“But there, the plants are weird… You know what? Give me my glasses, I'll take that walk.”
“As you wish.”
William handed Asmodeus his glasses and Asmodeus sprinted towards the garden.
—
“Great, so the glows aren't random. They have patterns.”
“They disappear on wearing glasses. But why?”
Asmodeus touched the plants.
“No difference in touch, that's for sure. So it's only visible pattern, not touchable.”
He plucked the flowers with the patterns and headed to his study.
“Great let's see what is wrong with these.”
He put those flowers on the table only to realise…
“Oh right, the internet needs devices. I guess dad left his laptop at home. It should be in the office room.”
“Yep. Here it is.”
Unfortunately for Vincent, Asmodeus knew his password.
“Why does he use even numbers all the time?”
“Anyway let's see…”
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[What is the glowing pattern on flowers]
[UV colouration.
Flowers that glow.
.
.
.]
“So these are UV patterns? But why am I seeing them?”
“That shouldn't be possible.”
[Can humans see UV?]
[Can humans see UV light…
Visible light wavelength
Animals like…]
“So the answer is no? Wait—”
[...humans with lens removed but not replaced complain seeing UV…]
“This doesn't apply to me. I didn't have my lens removed or anything.”
“What the hell is going on?”
—
William was reviewing dinner menu with the chef, when he received a call.
“Hello?”
“Oh William? This is Dr. Henry. So the results are back and…”
“Go ahead...”
“His blood counts are low. He isn't in immediate danger but you should get it checked with a hematologist.”
“Is it that bad?”
“As I said, not so bad that he is in immediate danger but getting it tested is wise nonetheless. I'll recommend you to Dr. Nathan.”
“Very well. I'll inform Madam and get back to you.”
“Sure. I'll just send you his details and I've already forwarded Asmodeus’ report to Dr.Nathan.”
“Alright, I'll get an immediate appointment then.”
“You do that.”
—
*Knock knock
“Madam?”
Cassandra was adjusting the fabrics on the mannequin.
“Come in William. What is it?”
“I got a call from Dr. Henry.”
“Oh, what did he say? Are the results back? Is Asmo alright?”
“...”
William was tensed, fighting to find the right words.
The hesitation in his words worried Cassandra.
“What's wrong? Is it that bad? William?”
“Ah well… he said that the blood counts are low and—”
“Low? Is it really bad?”
“He did say it isn't an emergency but it'd be better to visit a hematologist. He recommended Dr. Nathan.”
“I see. Where is Asmo?”
“He asked for his lunch with a parfait to his study. So I believe he's there.”
“Huh? Well I'll go check on him and tell him the results myself. William you make an appointment with that hematologist.”
“Understood Madam.”
—
“Asmo?”
Asmodeus looked up from the laptop, pista cream still on his lips, only to see Cassandra staring daggers at him.
“Asmodeus White, I believe I told you no screens.”
“But I needed to know—”
“Anyway, turn it off. We are going to a hematologist.”
“Why?”
“The results are back.”
“Oh what did he say? Am I a super hero now?”
“No, your blood count is low. Henry had recommended a hematologist and we are going there now.”
“What about the appointment?”
“William is getting an urgent appointment right now.”
“Can I at least finish this search?”
“No! And also how did you get your laptop? It was with me the whole time.”
“It's not mine. It's dad's.”
“Wasn't it password locked?”
“It's not that hard to guess. I've seen him enter it so many times.”
“Poor Vince.”
“Mom! Can I exchange this for my laptop?”
“Absolutely not! Now hurry up.”
“They aren't going to poke me again right?”
“No, no. They'll only read the report and do minor check ups.”
“Alright then.”
‘I hope he doesn't catch on.’ Cassandra was sweating quite a lot.
—
Asmodeus always hated waiting in traffic. Especially if he had nothing to do.
“Asmo, what are you looking at?”
“Hm? That dog.” He pointed to a tiny brown dog on the street.
“You want a dog now?”
“Not at all. Actually, yes, but Lucy’s gonna kill me if I got one.”
*Churkle
“That's true.” Cassandra looked at her son in amusement.
“But that's not why I'm looking at it.”
“Then why?”
“Remember that infant in the morning? The dog is having same thing around it.”
“You mean the stroller?”
“No? I don't really know. I can't even see it. But it is there.”
“Asmo are you alright? I don't see or feel anything from that dog other than it beingreally angry.”
Asmodeus went quiet for a moment. Then turned towards Cassandra again.
“Mama, is something wrong with my head?”
Cassandra for once couldn't answer. She didn't know how to reassure her child.
“Why do you think so sweetie?”
“I've been seeing weird things lately. And only I can see them.”
“It could be lack of sleep or anything like that. Try sleeping well.”
She tried calming her son but she herself wasn't convinced.
“If it still happens, we'll tell Henry.”
“But that Hen only likes to give me injections.”
“He doesn't. And why do you keep calling him Hen?”
“I don't like him.”
“Kid, you hate every doctor you meet.”
“That's not true.”
“Alright, name one.”
Asmodeus decided napping was a better option.
—
“Hello? Dr. Nathan?”
A middle aged man was reading some reports. He raised his head to find the mother and son duo standing at the door.
“Ahh~ you should be Mrs. White and you are Asmodeus? Please come in.”
“Is everything alright? Are his blood counts too low?”
“They are indeed low but he isn't in immediate danger right now. However I don't have enough information to come to a conclusion. We'll have to do some more tests. Now please cooperate with the blood draw—”
“NO!” Asmodeus stood up so quickly that he knocked the chair down.
Before his exit, Asmodeus found the door locked.
“Ahh~ Dr.Henry already informed me you would do that so I had the door locked.”
Despite the worry Cassandra still found it amusing how one of the things Henry mentioned was Asmodeus’ escape plans.
“Now, nurse, please collect some blood samples. The results will be out by tomorrow.”
“Damned hen.”
“What hen?”
“Please don't mind him, Dr. Nathan. Asmo, come here.”
The entire time the blood was being drawn from him, Asmodeus hid in Cassandra's arms.
“There, all done.”
“Why not take enough blood at once and use it?”
“Beause that is not how medicine works.” the nurse replied.
“I'll call once the results are out, and we can move from there.”
—
Out of the clinic, Asmodeus was really angry.
“Mom, you lied to me!”
“I didn't know sweetheart. I'm a fashion designer, not a doctor.”
“I hate doctors. They always use needles. Can't they just use a blade or something?”
Asmodeus was grumbling the rest of the day and Cassandra had to give him two tubs of ice cream to make him calm down.