The Incubus System Chapter 796. Traumatized

The Incubus System Chapter 796. Traumatized 

I blinked in surprise, setting my drink down with a swift movement. "Looks like my break's over," I muttered, pushing myself up from the sofa.

Celia glanced at me with concern, her brows furrowing. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

I met her gaze, my expression serious. "Mrs. Clea needs me at the Children's Clinic. Something's up," I explained, my tone matching the situation's urgency.

Celia nodded, her concern deepening. "Do you need backup?" she offered, always ready to support me in whatever situation arose.

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Not this time," I replied, appreciating her willingness to stand by me.

Foxy and the rest of my pets were already watching, their expressions a mix of curiosity and readiness. "Go, Master. We'll be here," Foxy said, her tone filled with assurance.

I gave her a grateful nod, my gaze sweeping over my loyal companions. "Thanks, everyone. I won't be long," I reassured them, already using my portal skill to vanish from the room.

I reappeared on the side of the alley just a stone's throw from the children's clinic near my residence. With a sense of urgency, I briskly walked towards the clinic, my thoughts focused on what happened. As I entered the building, I instinctively headed towards the reception area, my determined footsteps echoing in the quiet space.

Approaching the receptionist's desk, I leaned forward slightly, catching the attention of the person behind it. "I'm Mrs. Clea's friend," I began, my voice steady. "She should be here with a girl named Jill and a boy named Alan."

The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a friendly demeanor, looked up from her computer screen, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed me. "Oh, yes. She mentioned you," she replied, her tone indicating recognition. "She's waiting for you in the room at the end of the corridor. Just go on in."

I nodded in gratitude, a faint smile playing on my lips. "Thank you," I said, acknowledging her assistance. With a sense of purpose, I followed her directions, my steps quickening as I made my way down the corridor.

Wasting no time, I hurried my steps down the dimly lit corridor, my heart racing as the urgency of the situation intensified. The muffled sounds of distress grew louder as I approached the room, the cacophony of fear and panic piercing the air like a siren. With each step, I braced myself for what I might find.

As I stepped into the room, the chaotic scene unfolded before me. Jill's piercing screams echoed off the walls, a raw manifestation of her terror. Mrs. Clea held her close, her arms wrapped tightly around the trembling girl, attempting to soothe her in the midst of the chaos. Alan's face was etched with concern, his attempts to console his new friend palpable even from a distance.

The room itself was in disarray, as if a tempest had passed through. Beds lay toppled over, medical instruments scattered across the floor like discarded toys. Nurses moved about in haste, their expressions a mix of confusion and discomfort. Some held onto various parts of their bodies, suggesting they had been caught in the chaos.

Jill's wild eyes darted around the room, her hysteria plain to see. Her screams were fueled by a terror that seemed to grip her very soul. "No! I don't want it anymore! It hurts!" she cried out, her voice raw with anguish. Her gaze was fixed on the doctors and nurses, her fear clearly directed at them.

"What happened?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice as I approached the scene. My eyes shifted between Mrs. Clea's distressed expression and Jill's trembling form.

Mrs. Clea looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. "We were trying to perform a medical examination on Jill," she explained, her voice tight with strain. "But as soon as we tried to touch her, she started thrashing and screaming. It was like she had a sudden burst of superhuman strength."

My brows furrowed in understanding as I took in the situation. I approached Jill cautiously, my steps deliberate to avoid escalating her fear further. As I reached out to offer comfort, my touch confirmed what Mrs. Clea had described. There was a noticeable difference in Jill's strength, one that belied her young age and appearance.

Despite having seemingly normal attributes in terms of HP and MP, Jill's physical strength was anything but ordinary. It was a revelation that explained the chaos that had unfolded in the room. It also indicated that there was more to Jill than met the eye, a mystery that begged to be unraveled.

Thankfully, my own enhanced abilities granted me the advantage of easily restraining her without causing her harm. I positioned myself carefully, using my strength to offer a gentle but firm hold that would prevent any further harm to her or those around her.

My heart went out to her, the depth of her trauma evident in her reaction. Quickly assessing the situation, I focused on Jill, my voice gentle yet firm as I addressed her amidst the turmoil. "Hey, Jill. It's okay," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos like a lifeline. "Nobody's going to hurt you here. You're safe."

“No! Don’t hurt me!” she yelled again.

Mrs. Clea's eyes met mine, her expression a mix of desperation and gratitude. Together, we worked to create a sense of calm, a bubble of reassurance amidst the storm of emotions. It was clear that something had triggered a deeply ingrained fear within Jill, something that went beyond the immediate chaos in the room.

“Jill, look at me," I said, my tone soothing. "Focus on my voice. Breathe with me. It's okay, Jill," I said softly, my voice a reassuring presence amidst the turmoil. "I've got you. You're safe now." I focused on her, my gaze steady as I sought to convey a sense of security, hoping to ease the fear that still lingered in her eyes.