Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 212. New room

Dr. Thompson’s smile lost its charm after the words of our attorney, while Henry and I felt very entertained.

"Bring them to their rooms." He ordered the nurses before addressing Ethan.

"Sadly, you can’t follow any further."

"No problem. I am busy as well, for example, with getting a copy of the signed deal." Pushing his glasses up with a smile, Ethan nodded at us before leaving.

What was he going to do if they had altered what I signed in the meantime?

I was somewhat curious.

The nurses brought us out, and Henry bumped into me playfully as we walked along more white corridors with light green or light blue paintings.

The biggest difference from our last real imprisonment was that we were not cuffed, which felt somewhat unreal.

Dr. Thompson didn’t follow us, so now it was only Henry and me, along with the two nurses. We also didn’t encounter any more survivors.

Contrary to what Dr. Thompson had said, we were not brought to a room with beds but to yet another medical room, where a bored young woman sat, chewing gum with masses of black eyeliner around her eyes, looking like that black-haired emo girl from CSI.

The CSI girl was sitting on a little chair with wheels and smiled upon seeing us, taking out a plastic package with a needle in it.

"Are we here for our blood to be drawn?" Henry asked, and she nodded while making a bubble, motioning for us to sit down.

"I’m sorry, we can’t do that. Please discuss anything further with our attorney." Henry had it in him to tell people to fuck off with a smile, just like Ethan, and he seemed to want to further develop in that direction.

"Why not?" The male nurse asked while the CSI girl tilted her head, her eyes constantly wandering to me, my throat, and my eyes.

"This goes against our beliefs; our religion forbids it." Henry explained.

"What he said." I nodded, quirking the corners of my mouth at this bullshit. There seemed to be a reason behind this as well, and I could already guess it. Still, it was an achievement to come up with such a reason.

"You are funny." The CSI girl commented, her eyes finally leaving me and turning to Henry, who discreetly stepped in front of me.

"Religion is never a laughing matter." He answered solemnly, leaving his fake smile behind.

The nurses exchanged glances and impatiently brought us to our room. They didn’t explain anything about the facility; instead, they just took us into a large elevator and rode with us to the fourth floor, which was as empty as the others were.

We stood in front of a white metal door with a tiny window in it, and after one nurse slid a card through a card reader on the wall, the door opened automatically.

I stepped inside, and Henry followed me when the door immediately slammed shut, and we heard it lock.

It was a normal room, about fifteen square meters, with two beds on either side of the walls and a door on the right, probably leading to a bathroom.

There was a window across from us, but it was barred—not with bars, but with some grid embedded in the window itself. There were no handles to open it, so that was that.

I walked to it and looked out.

Apparently, this center was shaped like a donut, and I could now see the massive yard. There was a round-shaped track field with grass in the middle, soccer goals, and a place for basketball; somewhere farther away, there was a large swimming pool.

"What the fuck?" I asked while watching one group running and another group swimming.

"This doesn’t seem like something built in two months." Henry came to my side and followed my gaze.

"They said they built it for the survivors only? Not that they had adapted it or anything?" I asked Henry, and he nodded.

"Yeah, bullshit."

"Mhm. But it looks cool. Like boarding school or college life." There seemed to be a hint of longing in Henry’s eyes as he looked outside.

Yeah, we both didn’t really finish high school, did we?

"Which bed do you want?" I asked, having already decided on the right one. I walked to it and sat sideways, with my back leaning against the wall.

The window wasn’t big enough to reach the beds, sadly; on the other side, we wouldn’t get woken up by the sun glaring inside.

"The one on the right." Henry said with a laugh as he lounged on my new bed unabashedly.

"Suit yourself." I reached for the leaflet that was placed on my pillow and skimmed through it.

Inside, there were pictures of smiling people clothed in white, apparently patients, but I didn’t recognize them, so they were not part of The Four Hundred. Henry leaned against my shoulder, also looking at the leaflet in my hands.

"Who are these happy people, just random models?" Henry asked with a frown.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I mumbled while opening the leaflet wider.

There was a map showing that the cafeteria was on the first floor, the girls were on the third one, and the guys were on the fourth floor. Henry’s hair tickled me, and I tried to shove him away with my chin, but he was unmoving.

"Stop that."

"What?"

"Your hair is unruly." I said.

"You haven’t shown me the tattoos on your arms." Henry suddenly sat up to pull on my sleeve.

"I have done so well... I brought the survivors all back!" He whined and looked at me as if he were waiting for my approval. I put the leaflet away and pulled my sleeve up. He slid his fingertips over my arm, following the drawings on it.

At least that wasn’t as nerve-wracking as when he did that on my upper body.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Some geometric stuff I saw the chief, my future self, have."

"And that?" He tapped above my wrist.

"Some flowery stuff that the chief had as well." I had really contemplated if I should get that one for a while because it looked more beautiful than cool, so it didn’t really match me and the rest.

"You will become a chief— of what exactly?" Henry asked, his blue eyes snapping back to me.

"If this apocalypse-like setting follows the stories in the novels, then the chief of a guild, I guess." I shrugged, taking the leaflet again to look through it with one hand.

"Will I be part of this guild?" Henry asked.

"...." I was reminded of the visions I had.

"..." Staring unmovingly at the leaflet, I clenched my jaw.

".....You’ll probably be the vice chief."