162. Jealousy

Henry's POV 

While the blood oozed from my neck, I was unhappy that I needed to find fresh clothes again. It would have been nice if the blood would disappear along with the shadow. 

I had already changed out of my clothes because they smelled too strongly after we had been in the hellhole, and I even changed Kenny's. 

He wouldn't like it, but he also wouldn't appreciate waking up all smelly, and now I had his promise to stop any new suspicions and to forgive me if the child survived. So, I think me changing his clothes is also part of what he had to forgive. 

Yet...the child still had to survive. I was bleeding out when I turned to the kid and watched as the doctor pressed on his chest, breathed into his lungs, and felt every now and then for a heartbeat. 

This child was young, yes, but wouldn't that help him? His body was strong, stronger than the bodies of older people.