I crawled after Henry, and although I was furious, I had to admit that I really could breathe properly again; even the hiccups went away after I took a few deep breaths. Yet when I climbed out of the hole and saw the child Henry had placed on the floor, the horror returned to me as if it had never left.
I pressed my palms against my eyes in an attempt to push my feelings down.
"Kenny, if I manage to save the kid without him slitting his throat, will you not go all paranoid about me being gay again?"
I chuckled and didn't answer. However angry I was, it was nothing compared to the misery of this child. Everything else seemed rather insignificant.
"I'll punch you only once, then." My voice sounded all choked up.
"Good, we have a deal. Just trust me in this matter. I want you to get yourself a smoke and a drink while you wait for me here. I'll look for others; remember our goal? Only three are left, and we can soon go home."