Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 203. Ambrosia

Henry’s POV

My heart nearly gave out when I saw him lying there. I sprinted to him, biting my wrist and sucking my blood.

The moment I knelt on the ground and took him into my arms, I pressed my lips to his to feed him my blood.

We already knew that blood from leveled-up people was nourishing for others.

While transferring my blood, I felt him breathe against my skin, and I closed my eyes, thanking every god I could think of.

He also swallowed my blood very obediently, undermining my hope that he was at least physically alright. I let go and mechanically repeated what I had planned to say so that the junkie’s vision would be validated.

"It is 1:23, this Thursday."

I put my hand on his heart and felt it beat; relief flooded over me, making me euphoric to no end.

Yet, that wasn’t all. I suddenly felt a tremendous power surging inside me before it disappeared, absorbed.

Confused, I looked at Kenny and the unbelievable amount of blood on him, of which I had seemingly consumed a bit while putting my lips on his.

The blood of the giant.

I picked him up and hurried out of the burned-down forest. Kenny’s grandmother was already standing and watching us from far away, yet she never entered, along with Ethan and the doctors.

"He is alright. Breathing, heartbeat, all good from what I can say, no visible wounds." I saw Mrs. Howard patting her heart before motioning for the doctors.

But I didn’t hand him over to them immediately.

"Get inside the car; do the examination there." Even before I finished, I turned and walked there.

I had to look out for the blood that was all over Kenny. Their gloves and their clothes would have to be destroyed so that no one would discover, no one would misunderstand, that something that was on Kenny, maybe now in Kenny, could make them stronger.

The weight of his body soothed my aching heart, and I would prefer to not hand him over to the doctors at all.

They followed after me while Mrs. Howard slowly walked to her limousine with Ethan. She put half of her weight on her walking stick; the whole ordeal, as well as the relief, seemed to have shaken her quite a bit. But I could relate.

Inside the ambulance car, I laid him on the bed while looking at his naked upper body for any wounds. There were none, only his tattooed skin, drenched in blood, that quickly began to dry. He should have come here directly after winning the fight—what I, however, finally noticed was that one of his legs wasn’t that bloody; the pant leg was also missing. When I took a closer look, I felt as if hands had snaked around my throat, strangling me.

There was a scar directly under his knee, as if his leg had been ripped off. It was a very small scar, quite delicate, but the skin of the rest of his leg was especially soft, and not a single hair was on it.

You could distinguish which part of this leg was new and which was old.

It seemed that the giant had truly been Kenny’s counterpart, and with the transfer of power, he had been healed, even going so far as to have a body part replaced.

Or perhaps a bath in the giant’s blood did the wonders.

Or both.

Sliding my finger over the scar, I closed my eyes in pain; he must have hurt so much, and that all alone...

The doctors finally arrived and went to work while the ambulance started to drive, naturally without the lights and sirens, as they weren’t necessary.

I leaned against the closed back doors of the car and watched them go to work. They did the usual: taking his pulse, checking blood pressure, and putting him on a heart monitor.

When I heard the strong heartbeats along with seeing the visual animation on the screen, the line that regularly rose, I finally felt like he was truly here, that it was the truth, and that this was reality.

"He is perfectly fine. This should not be his blood." One of them concluded, removing his gloves before calling Mrs. Howard and repeating his words.

I observed where he threw away the bloody gloves. The best option would be to destroy this whole car, everything that came into contact with the giant’s blood. Someone had to go into the burned-down forest to get rid of that patch of earth where Kenny lay.

What if, on that burned and destroyed spot he had appeared on, plants suddenly started to grow? What if someone asked questions and somehow received answers? I was nearly overwhelmed by fear, but those were things Ethan or Mrs. Howard’s people could take care of.

The two doctors, however, had to change clothes and shower before they could be allowed to leave.

When my eyes wandered back to Kenny’s face, I found him so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away.

Red always looked ravishing on him, as long as it didn’t come from his own blood. His wet hair had dried but was still pushed back, giving a full view of his entire face. Such beautiful and handsome features; it was unbelievable that such an existence existed. And it wasn’t because he had bathed in the giant’s blood; he had always looked like this. The first time I saw him, I could understand why my alleged sister had fallen for him.

He was back. Really back.

I felt insecure about it, always needing to repeat this fact and promising myself that it was indeed a fact.

As the doctor spoke on the phone with Mrs. Howard, I squeezed myself past him and took a seat on Kenny’s side, holding his hand and looking at his body for any injuries that may have been overlooked while I also felt for his pulse on his wrist. Only then did I notice that Kenny seemed a bit skinnier; I would have to feed him lots and lots.

When we arrived, I carried him out of the car, meeting Mrs. Howard and Ethan.

"We don’t know what the blood Kenny has been doused in contained; make sure to erase all existence of it, the earth inside the forest as well. The doctors should shower and leave their clothes here for them to be destroyed."

Mrs. Howard and Ethan exchanged a glance, and both nodded.

Other bodyguards and more doctors came out of the mansion we stopped in front of, being addressed by Kenny’s grandma,

"Wash him and put him to bed."

"No. I’ll do it." I intercepted.

Mrs. Howard glanced at me for a short moment.

"The third floor is all yours."

I nodded and walked through the gate along the path inside a lovely garden full of flowers to the entrance of the mansion.

There stood even more personnel.

I passed them and took the big staircase that faced the entrance and ran upstairs. My uneasiness because of the blood Kenny was covered in was increasing.

I wanted to wash it away immediately.

From just the few droplets I had ingested, this fluid seemed like ambrosia, making it all the more dangerous.