We all laughed crazily until my grandma finished and yelled for us to shut up.
So we shut up~
The drive was silent, and Henry’s nibbling decreased as he fell asleep while I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds.
The motor of the car, a blinker, the car took a curve, we stopped, another car halted behind us, the voices of my friends, and a knocking on the trunk, as if greeting .
I knocked back, not saying anything and behaving obediently, as we were still on a secret mission.
I heard screwdrivers, probably to change the license plates, and we were on the road again.
The sa scene happened two or three tis, always in between half an hour of driving.
Well, they knew their stuff.
But given that they not only blew up a military warehouse but also the secret portal of the Lawrence family, I was relieved that everything was planned so thoroughly.
Strangely, just like when I was locked inside the tree, in a small space, even in this trunk, I didn’t feel breathless and had no seizure. I don’t know if this was my crystalline counterpart working, but it was wonderful to not be tornted by thoughts that would usually just pass by and then be forgotten.
Before, it was like, "Now would be a good ti for a panic attack, so let’s have one."
And now more like, "Now would be a good ti for a panic attack; ah, I am hungry; oh, the stars look nice; I want to soon crash on a mattress and sleep."
It’s really comfortable to be able to just let scary thoughts pass and not trigger so breakdown.
When I had drifted off to sleep, the car stopped for a longer ti, and when I was fast asleep, the opening trunk door and my grandmother’s stick woke up.
"So you don’t mind sleeping in the car? Then stay here." She was in the midst of closing the trunk again, but I could speedily intercept.
"Stop mobbing young people." I mumbled while I shifted to the edge of the trunk, sat up, and looked around.
We were on a dirt road surrounded by cornfields. To my left were the dirty white walls surrounding the house, from which I had mostly seen the insides.
"What did you just say?" The old dragon asked dangerously.
"I asked if a doctor was here." I answered her while turning around and pulling Henry by his arm and leg closer to .
"Inside." My grandmother hissed and turned around to enter the garden through the dirty white garden door.
This ti I opted for carrying Henry in a princess carry, though it should look comical with our size difference.
While following her, I looked for the other car, but there was none.
"Where are the others?" I asked my grandma, who walked to the door, which was respectfully held open by Ethan.
He answered instead of her.
"They will make a few more rounds around and through the city before they co."
"Okay." I nodded and looked up at the white walls and old dark yellow window fras before I cautiously walked through the door while balancing Henry and then stood in a spacious corridor with freshly painted dark blue walls and a dark wooden floor.
There were two big chairs on the side, where a bunch of jackets were thrown, but I had only my conjured-up dark clothes on that were still a bit wet and full of earth.
Ahead on the right was a staircase; on the left were two open wooden doors, the first leading to the kitchen, the second into a living room.
"Bathroom." My grandmother pointed out, indicating what was behind the door in the wall that was across from the entrance, and then she moved her stick to the two doors behind the staircase on the right.
"Your and Henry’s room." She straightened up, with her stick in front of her.
"Imdiately take a shower, then co upstairs to BEFORE you go and sleep!"
"I will go get the doctor." Ethan turned to the staircase and went upstairs.
"Yes, yes." I walked into Henry’s room and found a wooden bed fra, a wooden closet, and a freshly painted blue wall in a lighter shade.
I was sohow relieved; no green, and there was furniture, which wasn’t like in my vision.
Putting him on the bed, I turned to my grandma, who had her arms crossed and stared at the bed that was now dirty because Henry was also full of earth.
Well, I doubt my doggy would want to sleep alone, so it’s better we make his room dirty and then get showered and sleep in my room.
"Why did you paint the walls not long ago?" I asked her while deliberately sitting on the bed and moving a bit so that it would only get dirtier.
She pursed her lips.
"Because I don’t want to live in an ugly house." She answered, her eyes never leaving the white—sorry, brown—sheets.
I leaned back against Henry’s legs, propping my dirty elbows on the bed.
"I understand; I also like it squeaky clean."
"KITTY!" My grandmother yelled, and we heard a big body run down the stairs. An older man who was apparently also on the stairs scread, and then the tiger appeared beside my grandma.
"Eat THAT!" She pointed at , and I broke into laughter while the tiger looked between us in absolute helplessness.
"NO TREATS!" My grandmother yelled while looking at Kitty, then she turned to .
"FOR NOBODY!" And she stord away.
anwhile, Ethan arrived with the doctor, who was patting his heart and hid behind him when he saw Kitty stroking the floor droopingly with his paw.
"Don’t worry. The tiger doesn’t harm humans...I think..." Ethan tried to reassure the doctor while he moved him securely inside the room.
"Mr. Howard." The old man nodded at , and I stood up and watched him take a look at Henry.
The mont the doctor touched him, Henry snapped his eyes open and searched for . When he found , he moved his finger weakly as if he wanted to hold his hand before he closed his eyes again.
So I took a seat on the bed again and held his hand while the doctor checked his pulse, looking at his pupils by forcing his eyelids up.
Maybe because I held his hand, but Henry slept through the whole thing.
"I have to take a look at him when he wakes up. Until then, all I can say is that he is fatigued. I would also recomnd taking a look at his blood." The doctor strictly looked into my and Ethan’s eyes, blocking out the two n on the bed holding hands.
I looked at Ethan to check with him if the doctor was trustworthy, and seeing him nod, I addressed the doctor.
"Take his blood and make every check available." I wanted to know exactly what I had done to his body, especially if it was sothing the giant’s blood couldn’t heal.
The doctor went to work quickly and took Henry’s blood before being brought outside by Ethan, who spoke with him about the other patient, probably the kid, and the ’female patients,’ who should be Henrietta and Jeyjey; apparently they were upstairs.
Many patients we had here.
To my left was a door that should lead to an adjoining bathroom, so I scooped Henry up and brought him inside.
Déjà vu again.
Anyway, laying him inside the bathtub, I didn’t really know how to continue, besides filling it with water.
"Damn it." While the bathtub filled, I unclothed Henry’s upper body, then I grabbed shower gel and squeezed half a bottle inside to get nice bubbles that could serve as his privacy protection.
Next, I fumbled around his hips and pulled down whatever ca with.
Half the room was underwater when I finished, and the fresh water was already brown.
This had been so much easier when I wasn’t conscious of him and didn’t care if he bumped his limbs or head or whether I saw sothing on his body that I didn’t want to see.
Because I was sohow scared that if I saw his cock, I would be disgusted.
Or that I wouldn’t be disgusted.
Both feelings would force to think a bit, and I didn’t have the capacity right now, nor would I ever have that capacity later.
Because I was so tired that I didn’t care about being hungry and just wanted to fall asleep for a few weeks.
I pulled the plug and let the water drain while turning the water on again, watching the cycle of water waste of the century for so ti, all the while squeezing shower gel inside the tub until I finally gathered the determination to do this right.
So, I put in the plug again, turned the water off, and then I took shampoo.
Because the little hexagonal white tile floor had already been lost to the flood, I didn’t care and scooped water from the tub up in my hands to get Henry’s hair wet enough while spilling half of it until I finally spotted the showerhead and facepald.
"What the fuck is wrong with ...?" It wasn’t very good if, as a male, your IQ dropped the mont soone in the sa room was naked—not if the soone was yourself, and worse if the soone was another male.
So with the showerhead, I managed to wash Henry’s hair and got the dirt out.
I even gave him a nice head massage before I stopped and asked myself why the fuck I was doing that for soone unconscious.
But I was just stalling for ti because I didn’t want to go for the body.
The next second the bathtub flooded over because I let the showerhead run, and I sighed deeply while looking at Henry’s muscular chest, which was full of dirt as well.
Everything had dried and was stuck to his skin.
Fine.
I got a sponge and scrubbed his neck and chest clean, then went to his stomach... aaaand I skipped to the thighs instantly, from which I worked myself down to his feet.
Good, that wasn’t so bad.
But then, as if the universe were mocking , a clear space ford among the bubbles, providing a crystal-clear view of his private parts, and his private parts only.
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