Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 477. Making women scream (3)
After staring at the closed door for some time and hearing that the screaming had indeed stop, I turned to Henry.
"Alright. Get rid of the corpse; I’ll conjure it up if she wants to see it again. "I don’t want to risk some worms crawling out; I am still paranoid about that.
"Finally." Henry let out a long sigh, and shadowy energy wrapped around the corpse and cloth bag in his hands; he really had been eagerly waiting for that.
Now finished, I wanted a shower and food, so I walked down the corridor to see that a door had been left open.
Inside was the same kind of hospital bed, just without so many monitors.
The one on the bed should be Henrietta, as she is the only other patient in this house—her face was covered by Emma’s body. She bent towards her, taking water from the basin on the bed to help her wash her face or something.
The doctor must have been just here because a few injections were on the table that had been pushed aside hastily; he probably left the door open when running out.
So... Emma hadn’t warned him of what he would find in the adjoining room, or he wouldn’t have taken his time to come or look so surprised.
"Well, we wanted to take a look at her anyway," I mumbled.
Henry groaned in unwillingness, but when I stepped forward, he pulled me back to go in first, with me trailing behind.
"How is she?" The puppy asked Emma.
"She doesn’t react to anything but pain. Evading painful stimuli means she is not in a vegetative state—we don’t know what is wrong with her," she explained, and I think that was the longest I ever heard her talk.
I had come to Henry’s side when Emma bent away, revealing Henrietta. She looked alright—better than the last time I had seen her.
She was also not as thin anymore; her hair had been cut and was now consistently short.
Henrietta seemed alright, just very calm and in a daze.
At least until the moment she abruptly raised her head, staring at me as if recognizing me by smell.
Henry wanted to cover me, but I stopped him, wanting to know what this was about.
"Did she do that before?" I asked Emma, without breaking eye contact with the now inhuman blue eyes that looked so much uglier than Henry’s.
"No..." Emma waved her hand in front of Henrietta’s face when Henry, imitating my action from a few days ago, snapped his fingers at her to get his sister’s attention.
But no.
Henrietta did not look away for even a second, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears that soon fell as she remained, otherwise, expressionless.
What is going on here?
Had nobody informed her that I survived the fight with the giant? Are these tears of disappointment?
I mean, she couldn’t possibly be relieved that I am still alive, could she?
Eventually, under the tears that continued to stream down her face, she started SCREAMING AS WELL.
Just that, contrary to Jejyey, her scream was so chilling, so desperate, so earth-shattering, and so bloodcurdling that I stepped back with a shudder.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Henry roared, but she did not, and again we heard footsteps coming in a slight déjà vu.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE GIRLS???" My grandmother’s stick hit me as she acted like she was catching a deranged predator in the act.
And I was again thrown out of the room.
Henry caught her walking stick with one of his hands when she wanted to strike me in the corridor.
"He didn’t do anything. SHE IS JUST COMPLETELY CRAZY!" He pointed at Henrietta with his other hand, who had stopped the moment I was out of her sight.
She seemed to have lost consciousness from what I could hear.
"DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW SHE IS CRAZY AFTER SHE STABBED MY GRANDSON?! I NONETHELESS DON’T WANT ANY MORE SCREAMING INSIDE MY HOUSE!! NOT FROM CRAZY NOR SANE PEOPLE!" she YELLED, but okay.
"You are definitely part of the crazy screamers," I shot back and grabbed Henry to run away while she yelled that I ’should repeat that to her face if I had the guts.’
Yes, yes, yes.
Henry was dragged to our room, and when we were alone, we exchanged a few ’what the fucks’ before finally falling into silence.
"You threatened to scream—loudly and forever. Now I kinda wish you had done it to overshadow the other two."
"If she pulls a stunt like that again, I will get rid of her," he said with ragged breath while holding onto me and burying his head in my neck.
This had him pretty worked up, poor puppy.
"Jeyjey or Henrietta?" I asked while petting his fur.
"Both of them. How dare they be loud in front of you?" He kissed my neck before asking if I was alright.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah..." The puppy sucked onto my neck like the leech he was.
"...so...you would prefer hearing me scream?" He chuckled darkly when he let go, and I knew I shouldn’t answer him, but eventually, I nodded anyway while preparing to roll my eyes.
"From pain or pleasure?" He raised his head to look at me with his handsome face while I completed the prepared eye roll.
Then the horny puppy was thrown out—given that I was thrown out twice today, it was only fair—with the task of showering in the cursed bathroom.
And it went to taking a shower as well.
In the end, I crashed into the bed but couldn’t sleep because I was hungry, which was a problem Henry solved when he came back again, bringing loot from the kitchen.
"What a good service," I praised, seeing that it was homemade pizza today, a perfect treat after a crappy day.
The puppy sat down and gave me my plate before digging in himself.
"What is your take on today?"
"Exhausting. Oh, we forgot to ask Ethan about working on the weekend."
The puppy also realized, before changing the topic,
"You really want to look for my parents tomorrow?" He asked, looking somewhat unwilling.
"You don’t want to?"
He stared down at his pizza for a bit before answering.
"I don’t know."
"Let’s just make sure they are okay and either already out of the city or leaving with the military. They were in a military compound the last time you saw them?"
"Yes. It was an apartment for soldiers that lived there with their families; they weren’t under strict supervision, but they weren’t allowed to leave the compound. I don’t know if the military is still in charge of them, given that they didn’t need any leverage against Henrietta after putting her in that capsule."
"Hmm, maybe not the military, but the Lawrence family could have kept them," I said before taking my last bite.
"Mhm..." Poor puppy, getting bombarded with strange family members on two consecutive days.
"Henry, it will be alright. Okay?" Whoa, the unreasonable optimism got me there.
"Yeah, I know." He chuckled and placed our plates on the ground before leaning over to hug me.
Henry held onto me in a death grip before dozing off fairly fast, which showed that he was, if not bodily, at least emotionally exhausted.
I was ready to stay up tonight to watch over him in case he experienced any more nightmares.
I looked at the ceiling, asking myself what the heck was wrong with the women in this house to constantly scream when seeing me... Wait... Am I the problem?
Did I become one of those loosers crying about women being strange while being the reason they behave so strangely all along?
Anyway, if Henrietta directly became the military’s or Lawrence family’s ’ward’ after coming back from that world years ago and nobody told her before giving her a bunch of drugs, she would have really been unaware of my survival... was that it?
Or did she again mistake her memories and Henrietta 2’s, making her either afraid of the menace she thought she got rid of or relieved that her ex-boyfriend had survived?
Or did it have nothing to do with me anyway, and she just got triggered by my presence to wake up, and then she mourned the loss of these past two or so years in a DMT rush?
While thinking, it didn’t take long for Henry to wince silently, his muscles twitching strangely while his breathing accelerated.
I held him tightly, rocked our bodies a bit, and whispered,
"It’s alright, Henry," just as I had during my vision.
This time it calmed him somewhat, contrary to when I could do nothing while watching something that had happened in the past, which was a relief.
But he cried nevertheless, being the third one crying today but definitely the most handsome and cutest doing so.
I kept that up for about three hours before his body relaxed, and two additional hours later, he was sleeping softly again.
When I thought it would be alright to sleep, I saw that I would only have three hours or so left until I had to shove something down my ass.
And this fact annoyed me so much that I couldn’t sleep and slipped out of Henry’s arms to go into the bathroom instead, all the while listening to Henry’s even breathing and heartbeat.
After locking the door, I thought I would get this over with now, just that I’d change the procedure.
So I ran myself a bath before unveiling the fourth mystery length for today, the fucking fifth day.
Woah... Only two days left—when the realization hit me, my heart somersaulted a few times. And I felt the urgent need to chicken out right here, right now.
’The crappy box fell into the toilet.’
No... My ability is to conjure stuff up.
’The crappy box fell into the toilet, and I won’t use yours because it’s gross, and... the natural law doesn’t let me conjure it up again...?’
Hmmm...not that believable, but I’d get points for the try.
When the mystery length of day five was revealed, I directly forgot about the dumb excuses.
This is nearly cock-sized.
Where has my tampon disappeared to, and what the fuck did it grow into???
After another round of cursing, getting cold feet, complaining about everything and anything and most of all Henry, and getting cold feet yet again, I finally started.
First I checked if there was everything alright down there, and indeed there was no strange gap or anything—I didn’t want to stick my finger inside because it’s gross, so the outside check had to be enough.
Then the first few thinner sizes, though I kind of rushed it because the bath was ready, and I even started with number two directly—which was, disturbingly, not a problem.
Anyway, when it was time for the fifth thing, I acted VERY, VERY SLOWLY and with much more lube than before.
Then I went inside the bathtub, leaned back, and started the arduous task of convincing myself that my stomach was just upset and there was absolutely nothing unnatural going on in my body.
Just some bad food.
It’s alright.
I am not pregnant or have something foreign inside me that can’t be solved by getting a bit of private toilet time.
At some point I fell asleep in the bathtub, uncomfortable and without believing a single one of the words I had tried to sell myself.
