The Song In My Heart

Lily

A.N: I'm torn between making the part 2 of 'True Crime' be another song or just aftermath. Here's a request from a reader.

The thing about regressing is that emotional maturity is needed, something Cale acknowledged as one of his many weaknesses.

The fact he mocked the village of one he knew was much stronger then him proves it a thousand times over.

Still, Cale knew he was a great actor.

So he'll be able to act out as his past self... but not today.

The feeling of your body burning as years of foreign memories and experiences mixed in with the lingering nausea caused by alcohol poisoning was something even an emotionally stunted 40 year old would have trouble in.

He closed his eyes as the regression-induced fever continued to cause throbbing in his head and each breath left him feeling closer and closer to nothingness.

'Don't overdue it, your body is more then likely experiencing a panic attack.'

Cale tried to focus on his senses like many professionals would tell 'weak-minded soldiers'. 

'To think I call it my body... but I don't even recognize it.'

He felt his senses calm and his symptoms lessen in degree.

'Staying character is key... but today may the heavens forgive me for indulging in comfort.'

He laid on the bed and found himself falling into the best fit of sleep he had in years.

 ***

The trash had been unnaturally peaceful quiet that day.

That was what the entire mansion thought to themselves, so much in fact so his own father saw it fit to call a doctor in.

The doctor seemed unimpressed at first, wondering why he should check on a troubled rich kid when hundreds of patients are in much more critical condition.

He instantly changed his mind as he stared at the young man and wondered how he could've gotten this horrible in constitution.

As he walked to the Count's office he mentally found himself wanting to yell at the people responsible.

"Ah, doctor-nim may I ask if there is any underlying issues in my son's actions."

The doctor took a deep breath.

"My lord, it has come to my attention that the young master is showing signs of stunted bodily development."

The Count instantly froze.

"How so?"

"My lord... if I may be frank. Has the young master been eating his meals?"

Deruth blinked.

"My son prefers to eat alone, but yes in his room nutritious food is brought whenever he needs it."

"But does he eat it?"

"Pardon?"

"Does he eat it? Have you seen your son actively eating?"

The caused a look of horror to cross the Count's face.

"My son's been starving himself?"

"The mixed in with obvious liver damage do to copious drinking, signs of anxiety attacks, and actions that match someone who's been in war."

"My son has PTSD?"

"Yes, I don't know how and I don't why but your son shows signs."

"I suggest to try and find what your son does in that room, because whatever it is... it's not in any way healthy."