Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 431. A demand for Rescue

They take my waste, they take my blood, and after each trip, they ask me a myriad of questions.

I am not so much addicted to the drug itself as to the colors it lets me see.

I am always left behind with a never-ending longing for a world that was nothing like my own and left behind with even more longing as I feel my body changing, my skin peeling, my hair thinning, and my appetite dwindling—as I do my best to remind myself that this drug is poisoning me.

Coming back, I looked at Jeyjey’s desperate face before turning to Henry.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, remembering that I had seen him inside the vision, and if it was like with the kid’s mother, he must have felt the drug trip and the longing for it as well.

Henry was still hugging me and raised his head with a laugh.

"Because of the drugs? Haha, I don’t care."

"What about me? DON’T YOU WANT TO ASK ABOUT HOW I AM??" Jeyjey screamed.

Not sure if she knows what I was doing just now, that I was looking into her past instead of just holding the hand of a despairing woman.

Henry laughed darkly while I looked at her.

"How are you?" I asked.

She started to sob heartbreakingly.

"I am scared, I miss Sebastian, I can’t eat, my hair... I am so, SO scared!!!" She let go of my hand to cover her face.

Her eyes had been tear-stained all along but not with the same desperation she displayed inside the glass cell.

Figured she wasn’t in immediate danger, but I got a bad feeling, and I bent further forward to grab her hand again.

Before she could pull away with confusion, I flipped the coin.

Eyes, ears, and heart uncovered.

Gold; the correct past of JeyJey.

I feel half-dead.

They increased the dosage.

I saw them bringing a corpse out.

I don’t feel anything but the longing for how life had been before all this happened.

I don’t even notice how everyone is in a hurry to pack and destroy until the woman with the high ponytail stands before the cell, knocking against the glass wall.

"Sebastian’s operation was successful. He asked for you." She smiles, and I feel a rush of adrenaline.

I pull myself up.

"Really?"

"Yes. The experiment ends here." She folds her hands in front of her body.

"Oh..." Tears fill my eyes, and I smile. ,

"Does it? That’s good." I nod, asking myself if I am on another trip or if this is real.

"That’s good."

"Yes, you did marvelously, Jeyjey." She grins at me for the first time, thick-framed black glasses now on her face, along with the prominent beauty mark on her chin.

I try to pull myself up to get ready to leave this place when she reaches for a stack of papers someone else holds for her and starts to look through it.

Her face turns expressionless, and I suddenly, just like that, know it.

That I won’t leave this place.

But the hope overpowers me, and I ignore the feeling.

The woman stops at a page and smiles again.

"Here it is. The participant is obligated to provide help and information even after the experiment ends." She raises her hand as that someone beside her gives her a marker.

After marking the paper, she presses it against the glass wall for me to see.

"Here." Her smile widens as she continues.

"We need further assistance. Information, to be precise."

I scream out a long cry before sobbing more until I get a grip.

"What information? What? I told you everything!!"

She places the papers into another assistant’s hands.

"You told us that Kennith Howard saved you before, didn’t you?"

"He did." I nod; I told them everything.

"Now you just have to wait; there are chances that you will be saved again." Her smile widens.

"And when it is time and you have something interesting to share, you will contact this number." She points at the opened lid in the wall beside me.

There are no injections, but a piece of paper.

"Remember this number, then eat the paper." She says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I look at her and stop crying. She has absolute power, and maybe I was too blind to see it before, but now I understand how insignificant my life is.

"What is your first name?" I ask her while glancing at her name tag.

There just stood Dr. Lawrence, but I have heard that there were quite a few people from that rich family here.

She ignores me;

"Your boyfriend’s operation was experimental and cost a lot of money. Money you don’t have, money that is not as important in these difficult times, not as important as intel, for example. It is a fair deal, no?" She shrugs.

"Just try your best. You know that he is dangerous, don’t you? Together with his dog."

The dark figure beside me laughs out loud, but he isn’t there, so the woman doesn’t stop talking.

"We just want to keep an eye on them, and you are perfect for this task. You already failed the drug experiment."

"I thought I did marvelously..." I say in a sudden bout of futile anger.

She ignores me again.

"And what about before the experiment? We took care of you, we fed you, and we helped you heal your leg completely. This is a good chance to repay the center, isn’t it?"

A young man with olive skin and a side cut comes and tells her that it’s time to go.

"Someone will come to feed you. Try to survive; Sebastian would be heartbroken if you didn’t." She waves her manicured hands and bids me goodbye with a smile before leaving.

I am frozen into stillness before I start screaming, loud and endlessly until my voice is hoarse and my body gives out—as I know, just know that I am...

...all alone in this big building now.

Coming back again, I pressed my body back with force to stop Henry from attacking, as his killing intent had thickened so much that I knew what he wanted to do.

But cornered behind me back into the Hollywood swing, he halted and instead tightened his hold around me possessively.

"Sebastian is most certainly dead, and you know that already."

Hearing my words, Jeyjey’s eyes changed, giving me a vicious look.

"No...he isn’t."

Henry snarled.

"He didn’t even like you. You trashed the chance of really getting saved just to get information about a dead cheater who gave a fuck about you?"

"SHUT UP!" Jeyjey looked like she wanted to lunge at Henry, so I raised my leg towards her kneeling body to warn her.

Not that she would have a chance to attack him anyway, but still.

Jeyjey stopped, and looking at me, she laughed.

"You two think you are SO special, don’t you? YOU SAVED ME BACK THEN, SO GO AND SAVE SEBASTIAN NOW!!"

"Don’t tell us what to do!" My puppy barked.

"And I never wanted to save you." Henry continued, killing her momentum.

But Jeyjey finally stood up with a coarse laugh.

"It was because of you two. We would have been safe in the destroyed South District; we had food, we had water, but you brought us away. You told us we were SAFE in that other world!!! But they took us; they took Sebastian, AND THEY CUT HIM OPEN!!!"

I had a déjà vu, as this was not the first time I heard that accusation.

"You never had food or water. Mrs. Howard had." Henry corrected again, and Jeyjey lunged at him this time for real.

Well, I really didn’t want to do this, but I kicked her away before she came into contact with either of us, sending her into the half-eaten fish hill.

I stood up and glanced at the tiger to silence his growling as he sat up and growled in offense.

"Ren, get the doctor, please." I crouched down in front of Jeyjey, hearing the kid stand up and run back inside.

Jeyjey wasn’t unconscious but just trembling while holding onto her stomach where I kicked her; her leftover feelings, besides them already having faded, still left a bad taste in my mouth.

"Hey. Are you sure you want to continue like this? That woman made you an offer; now I am making you an offer. I will find out if Sebastian is alive; if he is not, you will work with us in opening or closing the portals. If he is alive, you two will be reunited."

"Can we please just kill her? We would have saved so much time if we had let her die in the first place." Henry stood up and walked over to us.

I suppressed a chuckle; well, Henry wasn’t wrong.

"Shush." I looked up at him, standing there with his arms crossed and looking down at us.

Damn, so handsome.

Seeing my gaze, Henry flashed me a smile as if he knew that I was internally praising this loudmouth puppy.

I ignored his smug self and looked back at Jeyjey.

"What do you say? I wouldn’t make you the offer if I didn’t have to, but I will do my best to ensure that you have to use the DMT as seldom as possible."

I would love to just send her the fuck away, but she knew too much for me to do that.

More importantly, with Henrietta still brain dead, Jeyjey was the only one able to help us close a portal.

That Beautymark woman had been mistaken; the DMT experiment worked on Jeyjey, though I am not sure how long her body will further hold up—with or without the drug.

"What happened here?" The doctor arrived, and while Jeyjey stared at me blankly, he came to her side.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked her amidst the bloody fish remains.

Oh yeah, I can just let them disappear.

I did as thought, and the doctor and Jeyjey both seemed shocked to have witnessed that.

"MAURR!" Kitty complained audibly, making the two from before flinch with fear, but the doctor finally went to take a look at Jeyjey’s stomach.

I motioned two fingers at Kitty to see, telling him he would receive twice as much fish later, and the tiger finally stopped his antics and trotted back along the side yard to either go back in or go hunt outside of the garden.

"Why the fuck is she in this state?" I asked the doctor, who smiled sadly while pressing a few spots on Jeyjey’s stomach, after telling her to speak up when it hurts.

"The people experimenting with her mixed the drug with other unknown ingredients to make it more potent. Her metabolism has turned against her, and she developed an autoimmune defect. We have to constantly provide a bit of processed DMT without hallucinogenic effect to keep her stable. Nevertheless, her body is in the midst of destroying itself."