Chapter Twelve: Diagnosis
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My eyes widen and I lift Wildcat up, which he doesn't agree with. "P-Put me down! You fucking murderer! Let go of me!" He screams, kicking and punching as I carry him downstairs. All the guys look just as confused as me as I walk past them, taking a flailing Wildcat to the van.
We get in and I push Wildcat into a seat. He gasps and slaps me, scrambling into the corner of the van. "L-Leave me alone! Let me go!" He demands, hitting anyone who tries to get close. "I hate to be that guy but.." Mini mumbles before he sighs. "I think he has stokholm syndrome"
"After two weeks?" Moo asks as Wildcat looks like a trapped animal. Daithi starts driving and Wildcat's eyes widen and he's trying to hide in a sweater that doesn't belong to him. "Wildcat- don't you remember us?" I feel my heart break a little. What? No. "Who the fuck is Wildcat? Why did you kill Troy?! I wanna go home!" Wildcat screams.
"We're taking you home, Wildcat" Cartoonz says from behind me. "Stop calling me that! My name is Tyler, it's Tyler!" Wildcat growls, shooting a glare at Cartoonz. Delirious kneels on the bottom of the van and starts signing, what I do not know. Wildcat looks between his fave and his hands, still breathing heavily.
"I-I.. I.." Wildcat stutters, looking around as he starts crying again. "Just let me go! Take me back! I want Troy!" He starts screaming again, standing up and charging for the door even though the van is moving. Brian grabs his and Wildcat kicks him, but Ohm blocks the way. Moo hits Wildcat over the back of the head with the but of his gun and he crumples to the floor.
"Moo!" I hiss, kneeling next to Wildcat and pulling his head into my lap. "He was freaking out" Moo shrugs, sitting down. "What happened to him..?" Lui squeaks, looking down. "In all honesty.. I kinda liked his stutter more..." Basically frowns, wrapping his arms around himself. "Anyone here know the cure of stokholm syndrome?" Bryce asks hopefully, and everyone looks at Mini.
"I'm a doctor who didn't pass his test, not a therapist" He snorts, but not in a mean way, the way he usually does. Delirious starts signing frantically, making whining noises as his face scrunches up painfully. "Del, Del, calm down buddy" Cartoonz mumbles, patting Delirious' back. "What if he doesn't get back to normal? What will we do? We can keep him around if he keeps attacking us but- but-" Delirious stops, slumping.
I sigh and look down at Wildcat, wiping the tears from his face. "I..I don't know, Delirious"
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