Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 162. Jealousy

Henry’s POV

While the blood oozed from my neck, I was unhappy that I needed to find fresh clothes again. It would have been nice if the blood would disappear along with the shadow.

I had already changed out of my clothes because they smelled too strongly after we had been in the hellhole, and I even changed Kenny’s.

He wouldn’t like it, but he also wouldn’t appreciate waking up all smelly, and now I had his promise to stop any new suspicions and to forgive me if the child survived. So, I think me changing his clothes is also part of what he had to forgive.

Yet...the child still had to survive. I was bleeding out when I turned to the kid and watched as the doctor pressed on his chest, breathed into his lungs, and felt every now and then for a heartbeat.

This child was young, yes, but wouldn’t that help him? His body was strong, stronger than the bodies of older people.

My wound healed, but I couldn’t care less as I stared at the child.

Wake up, kid. Come on.

The doctor paused and turned to me with a smile,

"We have a pulse!" he said joyfully.

I sighed deeply,

"Fuck." I was so damn relieved; the biggest burden was lifted now.

Athena also exhaled deeply, though she still held her neck in pain.

"Sorry for before," I grimaced, finding her looking especially unpleasant.

"Help the attorney and the doctor wake up the others, then go and shave your head and mingle under The Four Hundred." I don’t want to see her again, and I don’t want her anywhere near Kenny. I will let the attorney take her place in the fight against the four upcoming shadows.

I left the room and used a bit of water to get myself at least partly clean before I went to the room where Kenny was sleeping.

His grandmother was inside, kneeling by his side and wiping his forehead with a napkin. She seemed surprised by my entrance, throwing the napkin at Kenny’s face before hurriedly standing up.

"He sweats like his grandfather. Disgusting." And out she went.

I chuckled and approached him, grabbing the napkin and putting it aside before I lay down beside him and pulled him into my arms.

"The child is safe; he survived without slitting his throat." Whispering in his ear, I played with his hair. Now for this he would have to forgive me as well, because I had done my part and saved the child.

Kenny was really sweating, and he even flinched now and then; it seemed he was once again caught in a nightmare. We have recently made a few more gruesome memories to trouble him, so there was no way to tell what exactly tormented him at the present.

I cradled him a bit,

"Shh...shh... Kenny, everything is fine." Whispering to him, he soon relaxed again.

Feeling the warmth against my skin, I soon dozed off myself.

I stirred awake when I heard hurried steps and the door open. Turning my head toward the intruder while still holding Kenny to my chest, I saw Ethan looking at us with a peculiar expression.

"What?" I barked at him.

"... There is a problem; someone is refusing to cooperate." He said.

I sighed in annoyance. Letting go of Kenny and covering him with the blanket, I stood up and left the room, only to see Ethan still standing by the door, looking at Kenny.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked sharply, and Ethan finally closed the door and followed me.

Entering the room where the twins had been, I found it painted with blood, which meant they had managed to wake quite a few people already. Athena stood beside the old man we had found under the books inside the library of the hellhole.

He was weeping heavily, shaking his head as if he were in a frenzy.

"How many have woken up until now?" I asked Athena.

"Five, including the child."

Very good.

"Henry?" I heard a tear-stricken voice and turned to the corner; there was someone else as well: the classmate of Kenny and me. I had never really talked to him, too busy with Kenny back then.

Clever. They woke up two people at once, allowing one to witness the other slitting his throat and surviving. I presume, when the other understood that he would survive, they brought in the next possessed person, woke them up, so they could see it as well, and so on. Not bad, yet it didn’t work with that one, hm?

I ignored the classmate and crouched in front of the old guy.

"What’s the problem, Sir? You should have already seen how it goes."

He shook his head and started to ramble something I could only understand when I came closer to him.

"I need to talk to my son; he should be on vacation now, and I can’t reach him."

Hmm...

"Is he senile?" I asked Athena, who shrugged.

"Sir, do you understand where you are?" I asked him, but he simply shook his head and cried; he didn’t seem to be there at all. In the next moment, he closed his eyes as the shadow appeared to take over again, though he remained in a sitting position.

When I turned to the classmate, he had also closed his eyes.

"Any ideas?" I asked in the room, yet nobody answered. I motioned for Athena to give me the taser and tried to wake the old man up a few times again, but it was too late. If he really was demented, then it was probably for the best anyway.

"Athena, are you up for a shadow? Take this one instead of the attack in a few days." I didn’t look at her again. She was an excellent little helper herself, yet I felt repulsed by her presence.

"Yes, I am ready."

"Mhm." I took my gun out, and while Ethan yelled ’WAIT!’, I shot the old man.

The shadow emerged, this time faster than with the child, and as soon as Athena stepped forward, she got possessed.

That was the moment I remembered we needed Athena’s presence for the upcoming multiple shadow attack, at least because it could be her counterpart who would attack her and therefore target her no matter where she was.

Damn it, she has to stay around for now.