Early the next morning, Thor was sent to a state-run mental hospital—one that charged no fees—by Melinda, while Coulson waved him off. The agent flashed her CIA credentials and handled all the paperwork for him.
May gave Thor's chest muscles one last pat before leaving with peace of mind.
Loki smiled. He felt the agents had clearly overlooked one thing: a psychiatric sanatorium was also a medical institution. Since they intended to treat and save patients, they first had to determine what illness the person had.
The God of Deception planned to tamper with things at this point and have Thor "released without illness."
Without a confirmed diagnosis, they could not assign him a ward. After all, rooms equipped with full restraint straps and safety monitors were few. This was a public institution, and funding was never enough.
Thus, Thor was placed in something like a conference room, watched over by several burly orderlies as he waited for the doctors to arrive.
It did not take long. Whatever the treatment standards of doctors willing to work in a place like this for meager pay, at the very least, they had a strong sense of professional duty.
Several specialists quickly assembled and conducted a consultation with Thor. Since he had remained calm the entire time, they began with conversation.
"Do you remember your name?"
A bald specialist adjusted the glasses on his nose and looked at the patient sitting quite comfortably in the chair before him.
"Donald Blake, twenty-six this year, originally from California."
Loki, magically disguised as Thor, wore a confident smile. He spoke with ease, as if chatting with colleagues, showing no sign whatsoever of mental illness.
After answering, he even winked at his foolish brother, who had been made invisible beside him by magic.
The previous night, he