Henry's POV
My heart nearly gave out when I saw him lying there. I sprinted to him, biting my wrist and sucking my blood.
The moment I knelt on the ground and took him into my arms, I pressed my lips to his to feed him my blood.
We already knew that blood from leveled-up people was nourishing for others.
While transferring my blood, I felt him breathe against my skin, and I closed my eyes, thanking every god I could think of.
He also swallowed my blood very obediently, undermining my hope that he was at least physically alright. I let go and mechanically repeated what I had planned to say so that the junkie's vision would be validated.
"It is 1:23, this Thursday."
I put my hand on his heart and felt it beat; relief flooded over me, making me euphoric to no end.
Yet, that wasn't all. I suddenly felt a tremendous power surging inside me before it disappeared, absorbed.