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65: Mortal Wounds

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last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-01-20 00:04:43

The emergency room at Queens General was a symphony of misery—crying babies, beeping monitors, and the pervasive smell of antiseptic masking the scent of old blood.

Elion stood by the curtain of Cubicle 4, his arms crossed so tightly his ribs ached. He was still wearing his mud-stained jeans from the obstacle course.

Inside the cubicle, a young ER doctor was frowning at a digital thermometer.

"This has to be broken," the doctor muttered, shaking the device. "It's reading ninety-four degrees. Yo
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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   185: The Storm Watch

    The barometer on the living room wall was an antique brass instrument that Alex must have bought at a flea market. It looked decorative, but Cale had been staring at it for twenty minutes with the intensity of a bomb disposal technician.The needle tapped against the glass. Falling."It is dropping," Cale announced.Elion looked up from the sofa. He was reading a paperback novel, his feet tucked under him, a mug of tea steaming on the coaster Cale had insisted they use."What is dropping?" Elion asked. "The stock market? We don't have stocks.""The barometric pressure," Cale said, tapping the glass again. "It has dropped ten millibars in the last hour. That indicates a rapid cyclogenesis.""In English, Cale.""A storm," Cale said. "A big one.""It's the Pacific Northwest in November. Storms are the default setting.""This is not default," Cale insisted. He turned from the wall and walked to the window. "The wind velocity is increasing. I can hear the shear against the siding. It is...

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   184: The Logistics of Dinner

    The notification on the phone was a simple ping, but in the quiet of the A-frame house, it sounded like a victory trumpet.Cale sat at the kitchen table, staring at the screen of Elion's burner phone. He had synced his new email account to it."Report," Elion said, coming in from the deck with two mugs of coffee."The wire transfer is complete," Cale said. "Five thousand dollars. Retainer fee.""It went through?""It is in the account. The asset is liquid."Elion set the mugs down. He wrapped his arms around Cale’s neck from behind, resting his chin on Cale’s shoulder."We have money," Elion whispered. "Real money. Earned money.""It is currency," Cale corrected. "Exchangeable for goods and services.""It's freedom, Cale. It means we aren't running on fumes anymore. We can buy gas. We can buy food. We can buy... I don't know, curtains?""The current window treatments are adequate.""They're dusty sheets tacked up with nails.""They provide privacy. Functionality is one hundred percent

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   183: The Resume

    The cursor on the laptop screen blinked. It was a rhythmic, taunting line in a sea of white pixels.Cale sat at the pine table in the kitchen, staring at the screen with the same intensity he usually reserved for structural failures or oncoming traffic. He was wearing his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the navy trousers. He looked like a CEO who had been shipwrecked and was trying to run a board meeting from a desert island."It is blinking," Cale said.Elion looked up from his own notebook. He was sitting on the floor, sorting through receipts from the hardware store."That's what cursors do, Cale. They wait for input.""It is aggressive," Cale muttered. "It implies a deadline.""There is a deadline. We need income before the cash runs out. You said you wanted a job.""I want a function," Cale corrected. "The job is merely the vehicle for the function.""Okay. Well, to get the vehicle, you need a resume. A CV. A list of things you haven't messed up."Cale frowned. He typed

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   182: The Unemployment Crisis

    The sound of chopping was precise, rhythmic, and terrifyingly fast.Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.Elion sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea and a box of tissues. His nose was red, his throat felt like it had been scrubbed with steel wool, and he was wrapped in the same quilt Cale had vacated three days ago."Cale," Elion croaked. "What are you doing?"Cale stood at the counter. He was wearing an apron over his black t-shirt. He was wielding a chef's knife like a scalpel. Before him lay a pile of carrots that had been julienned into strips so uniform they looked like they had been measured with calipers."I am prepping," Cale said without breaking his rhythm."Prepping for what? A stir-fry for an army?""Dinner," Cale said. "I am optimizing the vegetable intake. Vitamin A is essential for immune system recovery. Since you are compromised, I must increase the dosage.""I have a cold, Cale. I don't need five pounds of carrots.""Surplus can be stored. Pickled. Or frozen."Th

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   181: The First Cold

    The Oregon coastline was beautiful. Rugged cliffs, crashing waves, and a constant, misty rain that wrapped the A-frame house in a grey hug.It was perfect.Except for the sound coming from the bedroom.Hhh-choo!It was a small sound. A sneeze.Elion looked up from his laptop. He was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to organize the notes for his memoir, which was currently titled How to Marry a Reaper and Survive."Cale?" Elion called out. "Are you okay?"There was no answer. Just a rustling of sheets and a low, miserable groan.Elion stood up. He walked to the bedroom.Cale was lying on the bed, buried under three quilts. Only his nose and eyes were visible. His nose was red. His eyes were watery and miserable."I am dying," Cale whispered.Elion stopped in the doorway. He crossed his arms, leaning against the frame."You're dying?" Elion asked."System failure," Cale reported, his voice thick and congested. "Respiratory blockage. Thermal regulation offline. The heat... it is esca

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   180: The Exit Interview

    The car was a black Cadillac Escalade, hired by Mitchell, the reporter from The Times. It sat on the gravel driveway of the farmhouse, its engine idling, a sleek monolith of modern technology against the backdrop of the decaying barn.Mitchell leaned against the hood, checking his watch. He looked impatient."You guys ready?" Mitchell called out as Elion and Cale emerged from the house. "We're burning daylight. And gas."Elion helped Cale down the porch steps. Cale was moving better today. The stiffness was there, but the limp was less pronounced. He wore the grey sweater and jeans, looking like a fisherman who had just survived a storm."We are ready," Elion said. "Did you bring the camera?""In the back," Mitchell said. "And a sound guy. And a lawyer. Just in case.""Good," Cale said. "Legal counsel is a necessary variable."They climbed into the back seat. Mitchell got in the front passenger seat, turning around to face them."So," Mitchell said. "Where are we going? You said 'West

  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   42: Practice Run

    The wind on the roof of the Centurion Tower was not a breeze; it was a physical assault. It whipped Elion’s hair into his eyes and snapped the production flags like gunshots.Fifty stories above Manhattan, the air was thin and smelled of exhaust and ozone.Elion stood at the edge of the "Leap of Fa

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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   35: Vulnerability

    The morning sun that flooded Suite 1 felt less like a new beginning and more like an interrogation lamp.Elion sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his socks. They were mismatched—one grey, one black. A small, chaotic detail that seemed to sum up the absolute wreckage of his emotional state.He f

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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Laundry Day

    The basement laundry room of the mansion was a subterranean world of white noise and fluorescent lighting.It was 4:00 PM on a Sunday—the only scheduled "downtime" the production allowed. Most of the contestants were napping, or in Kieran’s case, loudly complaining about the lack of signal in the g

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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   84: The Memory Trap

    The morning light in the Garden Room was cruel. It illuminated the dust motes, the smudges on the glass doors, and the stark, grey pallor of Cale’s skin.Elion sat up, rubbing the grit from his eyes. He had slept in his clothes, his hand resting near the brass lamp he had used as a weapon the night

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