The Cure For Madness の小説・ストーリー

My voice trailed off as I met his eyes. “Wolf madness,” Dr. Davis said; I nodded once and said nothing as I stared down at my feet sheepishly. “And you are worried his wolf madness will get you killed? It wasn’t a secret that I was frightened; anybody in their right minds would be frightened.; especially after hearing what happened to his ex-luna. “Yes,” I admitted. “I wanted to know if wolf madness had a cure.” “There’s no cure that I can think of,” he told me with a frown. “I think it also depends on how he obtained this madness in the first place.”

For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me. "Yeah. Afraid so." "Then what is it?" I whispered. Somehow, I knew what he was going to say. "Eventually, we all go insane." There. He'd said it. I was a psycho. I could feel the truth of his words. I'd rather die than go insane. "Is there a cure?" My voice wobbled. "No. Afraid not. But there used to be a certain individual who could temper it, kind of take the edge off, so to speak. Unfortunately, she ran away."

I want to explain that marriage isn't some magical cure for loneliness, that sometimes being alone is better than being with the wrong person. But I know better. Telling them I don't plan to get married would probably give them all heart attacks. "I hear you, Auntie," I say instead, my smile so fake it hurts my face. "You make very good points. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to check on the bride." I escape before they can say anything else, weaving through the crowd toward the bridal suite. My heels click against the marble floor, and I can feel curious eyes following me. Everyone wants to know about the cousin who went to America and never came back with a husband.

She thought she won this round. "Fucking bitch," I muttered under my breath. I watched her turn the corner until her shadow disappeared from the wall. A sour, heavy knot of disappointment settled in my chest. I wanted to break her. I wanted to see the exact second her face shattered and she admitted the omega fed the cure to Paisley. But it did not matter. There would be other ways to make her bleed later. The real problem pressed against the back of my mind like a hot iron. The cure worked. Three powerless, pathetic fools managed to create a compound that stopped alchemical poison. It fought back against real magic. It defied everything that should be possible without an active spark.

“Spinstra instructed me that, because it is a mortal condition then it should be treated following the ways of mortals. And so I have labored to understand a little of your world – the world of livestock and insects, can you imagine? Like a monk I pored over tome after tome in huge mausoleums of human vanity – {libraries}, I believe they were called – until I came upon the most promising solution to my troubles.” An unmistakably human sigh. “Instead of keeping this feeling secret, I must confess it to the very source of it. Only then will I be released and cured of this insanity.”

” “If she woke up fine, only to come down with a sudden outburst, then it’s safe to say she’s mentally unwell.” His words hit me hard and I staggered backward. Slowly, I walked to the windows and tried to take in as much oxygen as I could. “Is there any cure?” I asked. “Bloodletting, confinement and isolation, physical restraint, immersion therapy whereby a patient is submerged in freezing baths, harsh discipline, and so many inhumane acts which I don’t endorse.” I turned around and smiled, pleased at his professionalism. “I was already about to kick you out.” We exchanged smiles and I turned serious again. “So what then do you endorse? Is there anything I could do to help?”

“She is a fugitive. She attacked Lord Julian, set fire to the south cellar, and” “And she is currently suffering an acute psychotic break brought on by extreme physical and psychological trauma,” Kaelen interrupted, rising. “Look at her.” I pointed at Marcus. “The raven has brass buttons! See them? They glow in the soup!” I screeched, pulling at my hair. “Don’t let him eat the clock!” Marcus winced. “She’s insane. All the more reason to put her in a straightjacket and load her into the carriage.” “If you move her in this state, her heart will fail before you cross the river.” Kaelen stepped between us. “Her pulse is dangerously elevated. Her systemic shock is severe. As her appointed physici

His face was coated in a sheen of sweat and he was growling low in his throat like an animal. Wolfsbane was a commonly used poison many years ago, back before modern medicine revealed that the poison was actually quite easily treated. However, wolfsbane psychosis had no cure other than time. While the cases of wolfsbane poisoning had gone down immensely over the past generation—after all, who would bother poisoning their enemy if their enemy could be cured with a simple concoction of commonly found herbs?—no cure had been discovered for the painstaking, albeit temporary, mental condition that followed.

“Okay, I believe you but calm down. You have to calm down, don’t stress yourself.” “No! How would I calm down when something crazy happened to me?! But you know what’s even crazier?! When I was falling down, a man jumped and caught me in the air! Yeah, like in the air, you know what I mean?” Madison holds both of Louve’s shoulders and shakes her body with full excitement. “I saw his eyes turned yellow and I was closing my eyes and expecting my death but we magically landed safe on the ground! What kind of sorcery is that?! W-Wait, am I know dead? Ouch!” Madison flinched as she pinches herself. Louve just looked at her with blank expression. Louve looked at the other people inside the emergen

To stand against every consortium in the PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE, with no way of knowing the outcome— Any injury he suffered... Any disadvantage he fell into... Would be enough to trigger it. The constant mental strain, the emotional turmoil— Every little bit would push him closer to an episode. “...” Ben fell silent. “Isn't there any cure?” Benjamin looked toward Doctor Phillips. “The madness in the blood exists only within the Gonzalez family's genes. It's an extremely strange illness. At present, the only effective method is to prevent any of the early warning symptoms from appearing in the first place.”