Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 289. Meet-Up sponsored by Patrick
Something is wrong.
I looked away from Glasses Guy, down to my hands.
Fingernails that were on the longer side, which I wouldn’t run around with—nowadays even without cutting my nails.
I looked at my palms; the head and heart line, which had been consisting of only one continuous line on my hands for as long as I remembered, was now separated.
Also, these fingers were more petite but longer than mine were.
These aren’t my hands.
I looked up again and met Chelsea’s eyes. She took one long look at me before she stood up and went to my side, grabbing my wrist to pull me up.
"We will talk for a bit; you continue to eat," she told the others.
When I stood up, I felt dizzy for a moment; my depth perception was completely out of place.
While Chelsea pulled me out of the hall, I stumbled along, the floor seeming farther away than I had been accustomed to.
Am I dreaming?
She dragged me to the elevator and pushed me inside. I faced the mirror involuntarily, seeing Anti-Guy’s face in it, just that his eyes had turned bright red.
I touched this face, unable to really believe it.
The first time I had entered another body, it wasn’t Anti-Guy’s but Glasses Guy’s. And back then I hadn’t even noticed any differences to my own body, not like now. Either because our stature was more similar, as he wasn’t as tall as Anti-Guy, or because I was focused on what the hell was going on at that time.
This time, although more peaceful, it felt like I was experiencing some fucked-up trip.
"Kenny?" Chelsea pushed a button before she stood beside me, looking at me through the mirror.
"Yeah." This voice, sounding so different, made me instantly clear my throat.
"How do you know?" I asked her.
"I have seen bright red eyes only on one person in my life... no, that’s wrong: on two. Now, three."
"Ah." I continued to touch the face, sliding my fingers along ’my’ hair.
"Why is this happening?" I asked her as if she was able to provide me with an explanation.
Then it hit me: how Henry’s eyes had turned red after he ingested my blood, how I feared it would enable me to control him.
"Did you ingest my blood?" I asked her quietly before looking up at the camera inside the elevator.
Chelsea followed my gaze before pulling me closer to her and whispering in my ear,
"The night after the shooting, some guy I hadn’t seen before came to my room. He told me they were experimenting with a harmless vitamin solution. I didn’t drink it because it smelled like blood."
"And the others?" I asked her.
She distanced herself a bit to look into my eyes.
"I and the twins declined. Only Harry and Patrick drank it. Since then, they have come often to draw their blood." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
The P on the coin probably stood for Patrick and not for people. Well, it now makes some sense.
The elevator door opened, and Chelsea once again led me down the familiar corridor, with the two nurses in front of Henry and my room.
"How much time has passed since I was gone?" I asked quietly when we were still out of their hearing range.
She looked back at me.
"A month."
"Fuck."
When we came to stand in front of the nurses, I lowered my head so that they wouldn’t spot my red eyes, letting Patrick’s longer hair shield them.
"Let us in; Henry is waiting for us." She said it as if it was the truth while not letting go of my wrist.
I searched for the place in my mind with the table and the coin, but just like the last time I was inside Harry’s body, there was nothing—so it was questionable if I could even break into the room if the nurses wouldn’t cooperate.
And regarding physical strength, I can’t even walk ahead without stumbling over these longer legs, and when I looked at the floor, I felt dizzy as hell.
And Anti-Guy wasn’t even that tall.
When I heard the white iron doors open, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Chelsea dragged me inside, and we both heard water running in the bathroom—not from the shower, but from the faucet.
"Henry? Come out." I croaked with this foreign voice.
"What are you doing here?" Henry asked through the closed door. I nearly thought we had entered the wrong room because he spoke so sharply.
"Come out. You have to take a look at this." Chelsea looked at me uncertainly, not trying to open the door.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?" Henry shouted with a booming voice, the faucet still running.
The iron door opened, and the nurses, who seemed to have heard him yelling, scrutinized us.
"Leave this room." One of them commanded, stepping to us as if they wanted to escort us out.
I was getting a little pissed. I would have stormed the bathroom if I wasn’t unsure if Henry was naked inside, and I didn’t want to expose him to Chelsea and now the nurses. Plus, I felt like throwing up the more I moved in this body.
So much for a heartwarming reunion.
"COME OUT, YOU FUCKER!" I bellowed before retching a bit, a nurse grabbing my arm.
The door swung open, and with it came the smell of blood. I looked up, and Henry froze completely when our eyes met.
He looked awful—he seemed a bit thinner and more muscular, and he didn’t seem injured.
His hands were still wet, his expression shell-shocked, before he eventually spoke.
"Let go of him and get out. Take Chelsea with you."
"Thank you for bringing him." Chelsea said deliberately, also pissed.
"Thank you for bringing him." Henry mumbled absentmindedly, not moving his eyes away from me.
Chelsea snorted and let herself be led out by the two nurses.
I retched again for a bit.
"Hurry up and hug me. I don’t know how long I can stay in this body." Not a moment later, Henry crashed into me, hugging me tightly.
"Why only now? I waited and waited... Why are you constantly doing this to me?" His voice mellowed down considerably, sounding like an angry, kicked puppy.
I hugged him back before trying to distance myself, but he only let me do so for a second before cupping my face, his intense blue eyes staring into mine. They seemed empty, but now I found something flickering in them.
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let me.
"Kiss me in this body, and I’ll kill you." I threatened.
His lips twitched up for a split second.
"I wouldn’t kiss any lips that aren’t yours."
Cringy.
I nodded, or at least tried to, as he wasn’t letting me move an inch.
"I am inside the crystal world at the moment, together with the commander and a few surviving office guys from the 120 we saw in the news about."
"Why are you in this body?" He whispered hoarsely, not even blinking as he stared at me.
"My theory was apparently right. If someone ingests my blood, I can travel into their body," I briefly explained about the flipped table and the giant coin, seeing him turn furious.
"Who took your blood?"
"No idea. Probably someone while I was unconscious. They wanted to give it to the whole group, but only Harry and Anti-Guy took it."
Seeing him angrier, I tried to calm him down.
"It would have happened anyway, or I wouldn’t have first traveled in Harry’s body so soon after coming here. And they didn’t know it was my blood when they drank it, so leave them alone."
He hummed with his jaw clenched.
"Look, for me, only a few days passed, and I used the first chance I got to come to you. I want to wait to see if the crystal worlds crash with this one, and if not, then the next one to come back."
"Can’t you teleport back?"
I chuckled.
"That’s what I tried first after opening my eyes. If I can teleport back sooner, I will... though what about the survivors?"
"If you can teleport, come back INSTANTLY. We’ll figure out the rest together." There was no puppy-likeness in his demeanor, showing me that this wasn’t something open for discussion.
"Yeah, fine." Strange to be so close but unable to smash mouths together or anything. Ah, what the hell am I even thinking?
"I tried to find Henrietta; I can’t teleport to her; it doesn’t work," Henry said.
"You can teleport now, huh? Good job; it’s cool, right?"
"Yeah, it’s really cool." He smiled at me.
"Okay, don’t stress it, and keep your calm. I’ll be back as fast as I can." I felt the suction as if the vortex was calling out to me.
"I think I’ll have to go back."
"WAIT!" Henry licked his lips.
"I..." I tightened his hold on my face.
"I..." he stammered before putting one hand away from my face, moving his finger to ’my’ chest, and tapping twice.
"Pfft... I miss you too." I tapped his chest twice in return, right above his heart.
"...Mhm. Come back once a day into Patrick’s or Harry’s body and tell me what’s up on your side." He put his hand back to my face, staring at me as if he was ready to devour me.
Fuck, I can’t constantly take over someone’s body.
"I will ask them for their consent, okay?!" He read my thoughts, displaying way too much panic for me to disagree.
"I promise!" I felt myself being pulled away, hearing only Henry’s last words from a faraway distance.
"DON’T GET INJURED AND STAY AWAY FROM THE—"
