Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 289. Meet-Up sponsored by Patrick

Sothing 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 rembered, was now separated.

Also, these fingers were more petite but longer than mine were.

These aren’t my hands.

I looked up again and t Chelsea’s eyes. She took one long look at before she stood up and went to my side, grabbing my wrist to pull up.

"We will talk for a bit; you continue to eat," she told the others.

When I stood up, I felt dizzy for a mont; my depth perception was completely out of place.

While Chelsea pulled out of the hall, I stumbled along, the floor seeming farther away than I had been accustod to.

Am I dreaming?

She dragged to the elevator and pushed 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 ti 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 ti.

This ti, although more peaceful, it felt like I was experiencing so fucked-up trip.

"Kenny?" Chelsea pushed a button before she stood beside , looking at through the mirror.

"Yeah." This voice, sounding so different, made 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 with an explanation.

Then it hit : how Henry’s eyes had turned red after he ingested my blood, how I feared it would enable to control him.

"Did you ingest my blood?" I asked her quietly before looking up at the cara inside the elevator.

Chelsea followed my gaze before pulling closer to her and whispering in my ear,

"The night after the shooting, so guy I hadn’t seen before ca to my room. He told they were experinting with a harmless vitamin solution. I didn’t drink it because it slled 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 co often to draw their blood."

The P on the coin probably stood for Patrick and not for people. Well, it now makes so sense.

The elevator door opened, and Chelsea once again led down the familiar corridor, with the two nurses in front of Henry and my room.

"How much ti has passed since I was gone?" I asked quietly when we were still out of their hearing range.

She looked back at .

"A month."

"Fuck."

When we ca 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 ti 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 inside, and we both heard water running in the bathroom—not from the shower, but from the faucet.

"Henry? Co 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.

"Co out. You have to take a look at this." Chelsea looked at 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 seed 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 stord 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.

"CO OUT, YOU FUCKER!" I bellowed before retching a bit, a nurse grabbing my arm.

The door swung open, and with it ca the sll of blood. I looked up, and Henry froze completely when our eyes t.

He looked awful—he seed 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 .

Chelsea snorted and let herself be led out by the two nurses.

I retched again for a bit.

"Hurry up and hug . I don’t know how long I can stay in this body." Not a mont later, Henry crashed into , hugging tightly.

"Why only now? I waited and waited... Why are you constantly doing this to ?" His voice llowed down considerably, sounding like an angry, kicked puppy.

I hugged him back before trying to distance myself, but he only let do so for a second before cupping my face, his intense blue eyes staring into mine. They seed empty, but now I found sothing flickering in them.

I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let .

"Kiss 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 move an inch.

"I am inside the crystal world at the mont, 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 .

"My theory was apparently right. If soone 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 soone 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 humd with his jaw clenched.

"Look, for , only a few days passed, and I used the first chance I got to co to you. I want to wait to see if the crystal worlds crash with this one, and if not, then the next one to co 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, co back INSTANTLY. We’ll figure out the rest together." There was no puppy-likeness in his deanor, showing that this wasn’t sothing 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 .

"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 .

"I think I’ll have to go back."

"WAIT!" Henry licked his lips.

"I..." I tightened his hold on my face.

"I..." he stamred 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. Co back once a day into Patrick’s or Harry’s body and tell what’s up on your side." He put his hand back to my face, staring at as if he was ready to devour .

Fuck, I can’t constantly take over soone’s body.

"I will ask them for their consent, okay?!" He read my thoughts, displaying way too much panic for 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—"