Chapter 735 Going Crazy
The guy giggled like a fool, looking all goofy and innocent, which was cute for someone his age.
Patricia was a bit surprised. She never thought she'd see such an adorable smile on his face.
He said, "My name's Hunter, Hunter."
Then, remembering something, he started shaking his head like crazy, "No, Gabriel said, my name's not Hunter, my name is..."
He strained to remember, feeling like his head was about to explode. The pain was intense.
Clutching his head, he squatted down, trembling violently.
He cried out in agony, "It hurts. It hurts so much. Stop hitting me. Gabriel, Gabriel, where are you? It hurts so much, Gabriel, where are you?"
Martin knew the Gabriel he was calling for had to be Hunter.
The fact that he thought of Hunter first in his pain showed that they were in a good relationship. Gabriel was his only support.
Patricia hadn't picked up any crucial information from his words but was shocked by his crazy behavior.
It reminded her of when Charlotte went crazy.
She remembered nothing and knew no one.
Patricia held his shoulders, comforting him patiently, "Don't be scared. No one's hitting you now! No one will hit you anymore."
In her mind, the guy was scarred by Piper's abuse.
Now that Piper was gone, he'd slowly heal.
Suddenly, he grabbed Patricia's shoulders, his nails digging in, "Patricia, can you take me to find Gabriel? I want to see Gabriel. Where is Gabriel?"
Tears streamed down his face, "Gabriel said he'd bring Patricia back. He said he'd come back soon to take care of me. Patricia, where is Gabriel? Where is he?"
Seeing him like this, Patricia could not bear to take him to see Gabriel one last time. Maybe it was better to leave him with hope.
When Patricia didn't answer, he suddenly stood up and stumbled up the stairs.
Patricia and Martin exchanged a glance and followed him.
He fumbled back to his room, rummaging through everything, and finally found a phone under his pillow. He found Gabriel's name and started a video call.
He said, "Gabriel said, if I miss him, I should call him. Yes, call him. I want to call Gabriel."
By the time Patricia and Martin arrived, the video call was already dialed. Then came a long stretch of music. He paced the room, holding the phone nervously.
The music played for a long time, but no one answered.
He called again and again. Same result.
He asked, "Why isn't Gabriel answering the phone, why?"
He didn't get it. He just felt anxious, uneasy, wanting to cry, and scared. When he got scared, he started smashing things.
The nightstand was overturned.
The table was flipped.
The curtains were torn down.
The bed sheets and blankets were thrown on the floor.
He smashed things while shouting Gabriel's name like a crazy, "Gabriel, I want Gabriel."
Martin tried to grab him several times, but the guy was like a wild horse, impossible to control. Patricia realized that if this kept up, his condition would only get worse.
Mental patients usually have backup meds at home. They'd probably be in the nightstand for convenience.
Patricia crouched down, held the overturned nightstand, and opened the drawer. Sure enough, there were a bunch of meds and sedatives.
Patricia drew the sedative into a syringe, "Martin, hold him down! I'm gonna give him a sedative shot!"
Martin nodded. After being pushed away again, he ran over and tightly hugged his arms from behind, shouting, "Patricia, hurry up! He's really strong, I can't hold on much longer."
If he was an enemy, Martin could use force. But with a mental patient, he could do nothing back. He couldn't hold him if he hugged lightly. He might hurt him if he hugged forcibly, so he had to control himself.
Patricia knew it was hard to subdue a mad man. When Martin held him, she ran over and jabbed the needle into his arm. He didn't seem to feel any pain and kept struggling. Patricia feared the needle might break inside, so she pushed the meds in quickly, not worrying about hurting him.
The sedative worked fast.
He soon quieted down, slowly closed his eyes, and went limp.
Martin immediately held him and laid him on the bed.
Patricia felt exhausted and sat on the sofa to breath.
Martin, still not fully recovered from fighting Hunter yesterday and dealing with this today, sat next to her to rest.
Patricia asked, "What do you think of this? Why did he say he's Hunter?"
Martin was somber. Instead of answering, he asked, "You played with Hunter a lot when you were a kid. Did he have any features?"
It was clear these two were twins.
Identical twins like Charles and Randy. They look exactly the same, and only those closest to them can tell the differences.
Patricia thought carefully and then shook her head, "I don't remember any scars or birthmarks."
Even if he had any, Hunter wouldn't have told her about such private things. Martin sighed and stood up, "Let's look around. Maybe we can find some useful information."
Patricia agreed.
Since Gabriel had settled Hunter here, there should be some information or documents about Gabriel and Hunter.
They started searching the room.
The wardrobe. The suitcase. The nightstand. They searched everywhere. Apart from clothes, daily necessities, and meds, they found nothing useful.
Patricia was about to give up when she suddenly remembered the study. She quickly ran to the study next door and searched skillfully, but still found nothing.
Martin said, "If we can't find anything, let's leave it. His identity isn't important now. What's important is that he has no family or friends, so we can't leave him here alone."
Patricia sighed and leaned against the bookshelf behind her. To her surprise, the bookshelf opened to the sides.
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