Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 279. Bye!

I snapped my eyes open, asking myself how long I had been unconscious.

"How are you?" Someone asked.

When I looked at the blonde woman sitting beside my bed, I found her familiar, but I couldn’t say why.

I didn’t answer; this room seemed to be a hospital room. Looking down at ’my’ body, I saw that the black marks on me were covered with bandages, specifically on my right shoulder.

"Don’t worry, the bullet lodged in your shoulder has been successfully removed." The woman spoke again.

Where was Hannibal? He told me to find him; he said he would help me get back home, and seeing that the woman in front of me had no special eye color, she was useless to me.

I looked around. Hannibal, you are friends with this body; where are you if your friend has been injured so gravely?

Or had he been injured as well?

"Henry is still not awake; I think it was because he overused his powers... gosh, why haven’t you told me?" She asked.

I didn’t answer her; instead, I ripped the bandage from my shoulder.

"No!" The woman wanted to stop me and came closer, but I pushed her to the floor.

When the bandage was removed, I saw no injury on myself—figured.

I could still feel my power inside this body, maybe even stronger than I had been. A bullet or something wouldn’t be able to injure me for long.

Now the question was, why would this woman want to stop me from taking the bandage off?

She had already stood up and looked at me woodenly, maybe a bit scared.

"Come here," I motioned to her with my finger.

"Kenny." She closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"Don’t do something you might regret. Even though it is the center’s fault that someone could smuggle a weapon in, Henry and you are fine. And I haven’t even started with the people you have injured, along with the two people who have disappeared."

At the end of her speech, she nevertheless came closer to me, like a little animal that knew there would be no use in hiding from a far superior predator, choosing to appease him submissively instead.

I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down onto my lap, forcing her to lie on her back sideways on the hospital bed, while her lower body dangled outside the bed.

Looking up at me, one of her hands grabbed my wrist; the other waved in the air, but not for me to see, rather for someone else. When I looked to where she motioned, there was only a wall and a large mirror.

Was someone behind this wall? Were they watching?

I could neither hear nor feel them; this useless body was so humanly weak it was annoying.

I raised my eyebrows and looked back at the woman, restricted in my hold.

Nobody stormed into the room, so her waving around should have told them to stay put.

Clever.

Because I am not a fan of being threatened, neither by weapons nor by words, just now, she had contributed to not making me unhappy—which was the best course of action when facing someone superior.

I could feel it—when I had woken up in this body before, I was so weak, my power constantly spilling, and I couldn’t even really walk. Now, I could use part of my power and felt stronger, as if I could stay conscious for longer this time.

I felt the smooth skin of her neck, loosening my hold a bit, and closed my eyes. One of the perks I had gained after piecing myself back together, gathering my other selves, was that I started to see things when touching people: things of the past, things of the future.

Later on my journey, I acquired other abilities as well, but that was only when I had finally managed to stop constantly spilling my powers to my other selves.

Seeing the future and the past was really practical for watching and for exploring different lives. Not only the ones of my other selves but from every possible being, and that with just a touch.

"Dr. Lawrence, you know the importance of his blood! We need to get a sample; this could be our only chance!" A man implores the blond woman.

"..." The woman seems torn, looking at the unconscious young man lying on the operating table, his clothes and hair utterly drenched in water.

"Dr. Lawrence, Henry had been shot, but after Howard gave him his blood, there were no wounds, no bullet holes, nothing! His blood could be the answer to injuries, illnesses—everything!"

"No..." the blond woman begins.

"That Henry isn’t injured could have another explanation."

"What explanation?"

The blond keeps silent, not explaining anything.

"We have to take it, Dr. Lawrence. I have worked under Dr. Thompson for years; I know a bit about Howard and Henry, albeit not too much. But I was present when the survivors from the South District spoke of him. Additionally, the fact that the two are so adamant about not letting us take their blood means there is something special in it. We HAVE to at least get a sample."

"Do it." The blond woman nods, stroking a wet strand of hair from the unconscious young man’s face.

The man takes a needle, drawing blood from the unconscious man’s arm and filling a few vials with it, until Dr. Lawrence tells him to stop. He takes the blood samples and nearly runs out of the room while Dr. Lawrence removes the young, wet man’s clothes.

A few other men enter to help her; one has a plaster on his wrist.

Yet despite their efforts, they find no wounds on the young man.

"Are you sure he had been shot?" Dr. Lawrence asks the others, and the one with the plaster nods.

"We need him bandaged and asleep for some time." Dr. Lawrence says after contemplating for some time.

"He can’t wake up before Henry. I have to talk to Henry first so he can calm down Kennith when he wakes up."

A few of the men look at each other.

"We have given Henry a good amount of drugs, fearing he would run berserk or escape upon waking up."

Dr. Lawrence sighs tiredly.

"Kenny must sleep longer than him. I don’t know his state of mind, and only Henry can calm him down. Don’t administer anything to EITHER OF THEM unless you have my permission." In the end, she turns unyielding, displaying an air of authority.

Hmmm... I usually wouldn’t perceive visions in this one-dimensional way, with so few pieces of information, having to witness the whole dialogue.

Usually, I would just touch someone, and if I wanted to, I would have their whole life laid bare in front of me.

But even though I am in this foreign body together with my power, I can’t seem to really use it.

"Dr. Lawrence?" I asked the blonde woman, and she nodded before staring at my nose.

I put my hand to my face, noticing that I had a nosebleed.

My power surged strangely; I didn’t have time to waste on her.

I needed to find Hannibal, hoping that he would open the layers, send me home, or at least give me the opportunity to see what had become of my world.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" I asked her.

Dr. Lawrence shook her head in horror.

"I will show you anyway." I threw her against the mirror on the wall—I also didn’t like being deceived with unnecessary bandages for nonexistent wounds, even though this wasn’t my own body.

She crashed pretty heavily into the wall, the mirror shattering; simultaneously, the door was kicked open.

"Hi!" I said to the people entering with modern weapons in their hands.

Another perk I gained from gathering my other parts was that I could teleport, which was my second favorite ability.

Though my head hurt, my power grew more unstable, my nose bled, and I began to feel feverish, I had a feeling that my power was obeying me enough to bring me where I wanted to be.

Let’s go find Hannibal.

"Bye!" I snapped my fingers and teleported.