Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 243. Remedy

Why was he here?

Was this another world in which we were friends?

No, the question was, why was I here?

I remembered that I had slain a slimy tree thing and perceived its memories before suddenly waking up here.

I looked at my arms and touched my skin; what were these black markings that wouldn’t come off?

Was this even my body?

Like immense power poured into a tiny jar, it spilled out of me—I know this feeling. I had long brought it under control, so as not to feed my other selves with strength, to avoid making them stronger for the time I would have to fight them and take back what was originally mine.

I crawled over the unmoving man beside me, fell on the floor, and made it to the window on all fours before I pulled myself up on the windowsill.

What was I hoping so desperately to find by looking outside?

A city? Dark buildings on the other side of a street? To perceive the smell of a restaurant after I opened the window?

When my eyes met mountains behind the massive garden of this white building, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

I could sense that I would lose consciousness soon, so I looked outside some more, taking in this new world, of which I knew nothing about.

I really wished to go outside and take a look at it.

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"Fuck." I groaned, my head killing me, as I noticed that I was lying on the hard floor.

Something had to be wrong with Henry, or I would be in my bed, probably smothered by him hugging me.

I forced myself up and saw that Henry was lying on my bed, sweating. My legs felt like jelly as I stumbled to him and touched his head before I touched mine.

I couldn’t tell if he had a fever, if I had a fever, or if we both had one, but one thing was sure: we were both fucking sick.

I reached for the smartwatch on my nightstand but instead pushed it onto the floor. Having to bend down to retrieve it only accelerated my pulsing headache.

It was five o’clock in the morning; we had three hours before the lessons started. What the fuck should I do now? I would call for the nurses, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable with Henry and me both being weak. Someone had to watch them to ensure they didn’t take us to the doctors, who were then able to do whatever they wanted with us.

"Fuck." Dizzily, I threw my smartwatch, along with Henry’s, to the other side of the room before kneeling on the floor, my back shielding the camera’s view on us.

Henry didn’t move at all but breathed just fine. He was simply unresponsive and sweating. I bit into my wrist until I drew blood, intending to feed him, yet I was surprised to feel power surging through me—from my own blood. My headache lessened, and my mind became clearer the more I ingested.

Aren’t I a cannibal at this point?

I let go and pressed my bleeding wrist against Henry’s lips. The moment he tasted my blood, his hands shot up, pressing my arm against his mouth.

"Yeah, be a good dog and suck," I whispered, realizing that this didn’t sound right.

Was this the reason Henry didn’t want them to take my blood, even going so far as to convert to an imaginary religion?

It was a nice try to protect me, but they should have been able to analyze my blood with the ankle monitor anyway. The sting I felt when they put it on my ankle should have gathered them a blood sample. The question was whether they could already analyze it through the ankle monitor or if they would have to take it off me to take the blood sample from the device itself.

But yes, being a walking remedy wasn’t something good, at least if somebody knew about it, which would make it more than dangerous.

The sucking stopped; instead, I felt a tongue licking over my wound with dedication.

I found blue eyes staring at me like an animal with its favorite bone, scared that it would be taken away.

"Wanna continue eating me?" I asked in a whisper with a light shrug.

Henry let go and looked at my wound, which no longer bled.

"What’s going on?" He quietly asked.

"No idea. I woke up in front of the window, and I think we both had a fever."

"We?" There was disbelief in his voice. Yeah, somehow, it was common sense that if you had superpowers, you wouldn’t get sick or anything. But what we had wasn’t normal; I couldn’t even really remember yesterday evening or how I went to sleep.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"Better than ever before. I think my senses have sharpened." He still had my arm gripped and looked at my wound with worry.

"You knew what my blood could do?" I turned my head to look at the room, and I really could see better, even the smallest dust on the other side.

There were also heartbeats, loud and clear for me to hear, which were not only ours but also from those two nurses guarding our room.

"Yeah. When you appeared in the forest, you were covered in blood, and while carrying you out, something splashed on my lips." He pointed at his mouth as if to emphasize.

I nodded, falling back into thoughts. Henry had probably already concluded that it had been the blood of the giant.

"Your clothes from that time had been destroyed, and every drop of the blood that dropped off of you had been cleaned. Don’t worry." He whispered.

No, I don’t care about that; I just wonder how to explain that my blood has the same attributes as the giant’s. Even if he had been my counterpart, it didn’t make sense, but I still feared that Henry would somehow make the connection and that I had exposed myself.

But even if he knew that the giant had been my counterpart, he would never be able to guess that everything had started with him, that it was all his fault.

If he asked me about the memories I had experienced after killing my counterpart, I could only say that the memories were scattered and blurry, with massive chunks missing—which was the truth. I only saw a few parts of his journey, and I did not see the memories of the counterparts he had killed. Either it was because the giant had lived for a very long time, and my brain was unable to really grasp it, or because he was not really conscious in the end; his mind had been damaged, and his memories had deteriorated.

I could twist the truth a little bit, but I didn’t want to.

Every additional lie would further poison our bond, so I kept my mouth shut, looking at Henry and waiting for a sign that he understood—that he was becoming suspicious of me.

Yet there was a grin on his face, unsuspecting, trusting, happy to have me close to him.

"I feel sweaty; let’s shower."