"What do you know?" The commander asked me.
I sighed, not wanting to explain anything to people first thing after waking up from a high fever.
I want a shower and to change clothes; oh, by the way, I apparently am upper-body naked.
'Henry had been shot.' The thought suddenly hit me like a bullet itself.
Nonono, I had looked into his future, and he was alright; he was safe in the center.
Yeah, that's right. The bullets didn't hit him; he probably pulverized them before they even touched his shirt. And the blood he vomited was due to overuse of power from his first time teleporting, just like my fever and the puddle of blood I was in while I had been choked.
"Kenny." The same voice calling my name brought my head up instantly, as if my brain needed to confirm that it wasn't Henry calling me.
I glared at that asshole for using my name like Henry would before I freed myself from my trance and finally answered.
