When Nick saw the seizure, he realized why the Dreamer had retreated.
The Dreamer was showing that it wasn't trying to kill Horua!
It was just that Horua wasn't strong enough to resist whatever the Dreamer was showing him.
When he had still been here, Albert had told Nick about some potential dangers.
Albert had said that working with the Dreamer could be dangerous, but it shouldn't be.
Since the Dreamer was only feeding on mentality, actual injuries were not a thing, and since everyone would forget the dreams they had, mental problems also shouldn't be a thing.
The only dangerous part was during the dreams.
If someone was pushed too far in a dream, their mind might actually shut down.
At that point, their bodily functions might stop working.
'But Albert said that it would be difficult to notice someone dying like that!' Nick thought. 'He said that they would die quietly!'
'Yet, Horua is definitely not dying quietly!'
'That means I still have a chance to save him!'
Nick shot to his feet and jumped to Horua's side.
The Dreamer just looked at Nick from its corner with its dead eyes.
Horua started to froth at the mouth, and his body was making sounds as it slapped against the ground.
"Horua!" Nick shouted as he lightly slapped his cheeks.
Nick had seen seizures in the Dregs, but he had no idea how to deal with them.
What was he supposed to do?!
Was he supposed to keep him steady so that he didn't injure himself?
Was he supposed to slap him awake?
"Horua, hold on!" Nick shouted in fear. "You're still alive!"
"Horua, you're awake!"
"It was all a dream, Horua!"
"Please!"
But Horua just continued seizing.
The next moment, a disgusting greenish-brown liquid appeared in Horua's throat.
'Puke?' Nick thought.
Nick watched as the puke bubbled in Horua's throat.
At the same time, Nick heard the sound of Horua desperately trying to breathe.
'He's asphyxiating on his puke!'
Nick immediately grabbed Horua and lifted him up by his legs.
Then, Nick began to shake Horua to get all the puke to come out.
The puke was leaving Horua's mouth and nose.
"Please, Horua!"
"Wake up!"
Nick was in a panic as he put Horua down again.
The shaking had gotten weaker.
Nick just hoped that this was a sign of recovery, not death.
After some seconds, Horua's half-closed eyes just quietly looked at the ceiling of the Containment Unit.
They didn't move.
Nick looked with terror at Horua.
'Please be alive! Please be alive! Please be alive!' Nick repeated in his mind.
"Horua! Horua, are you okay?" Nick asked with a worried voice as he lightly tapped Horua's cheek.
"Please, don't die!"
"Please!"
Nick just looked at Horua.
Horua didn't do anything for several seconds.
Slowly, Nick moved forward and put his head on Horua's chest.
'His heart is still beating,' Nick thought with relief.
The next moment, Nick held his hand in front of Horua's mouth.
'He's also breathing.'
Nick released a sigh of relief.
'He's still alive!'
At this moment, Nick's taught emotions finally relaxed, but he still felt a bit nervous about Horua's state.
Nick gently lifted Horua and left the Containment Unit.
The Dreamer was just watching Nick silently.
When Nick went out of the Containment Unit, he saw Wyntor looking up from his desk and walking over.
When Wyntor saw the limp Horua, he knew that something must have gone wrong.
"What happened?" Wyntor asked.
Nick took a deep breath and related everything that had happened to Wyntor.
Wyntor's expression became darker the more he heard.
"It sounds like he has suffered severe mental damage," Wyntor said.
"What will happen to him?" Nick asked.
"We don't know," Wyntor said.
"You don't know?" Nick asked with an anxious voice.
"Everyone reacts differently to severe mental stress," Wyntor added. "My teacher only went over a couple of outcomes back then."
"However, one thing is certain."
"He needs to see a doctor," Wyntor explained.
"Then, let's go to one!" Nick said urgently.
Wyntor put his hand on Nick's shoulder, stopping him from leaving. "Nick, calm down!"
"Wyntor, I need-"
"Calm down!" Wyntor shouted.
Nick took a deep breath.
"Yes, what?" he asked.
"Nick, we are not going out to get a doctor."
"The doctors come to us."
First, Nick wanted to shout in aggression, but then, his eyes widened.
"They come to us?" he asked.
Wyntor nodded.
"Pator!" Wyntor shouted.
"Coming!" Pator shouted from a distant spot where he was cleaning the floor.
"Yes, sir?" Pator asked.
"Get a physician from the closest clinic to come here," Wyntor ordered. "This boy has received heavy mental damage from a Specter."
When Pator heard that, he took in a deep breath.
He looked at Horua in shock and then looked at Wyntor.
Pator was amazing at keeping a poker face, but Wyntor had still noticed that Pator's expression had become colder as he looked at Wyntor.
"Of course, sir," Pator said before dashing out of the warehouse.
Wyntor turned to Nick. "Put him to the side," he said as he pointed to one of the walls.
Nick nodded. "Thank you, Wyntor," he said quietly as he walked to one of the walls with Horua.
Wyntor just sighed. 'What's there to thank for?'
Nick didn't put Horua down but simply sat down with him still in his arms.
Several minutes passed before Pator returned with someone.
It was a relatively young woman with green hair who was wearing a white coat.
Pator led the woman to Nick.
When Nick saw her, his breathing quickened.
He hoped Horua was okay.
"Please, help him," Nick said in fear.
The doctor looked at Horua, and her eyes became visibly cold and distant.
Such a young boy.
She was disgusted by this company.
After all, how could a child enter a Containment Unit on their own?
Yet, the expression of the man in front of her spoke of genuine worry and fear.
This told the doctor basically what had happened.
Stupidity had happened.
"Put him down," she commanded coldly.