I sucked in a deep breath, my ribcage heaving with me.
"Kenny?" Strong hands tightened around my body; I was lying on Henry, who leaned against the tunnel wall while sitting under me on the ground.
The see-through shield was still around us, with no rat tides in sight.
I pulled my shirt up and looked at my solar plexus. There was dried blood from the worm incident, but not from a stab wound ... although I could see a scar on top of my tattoos that was formed like an about two-centimeter-big 'I.'
Because the top of the scar was much deeper and much more protruding, it seemed more like a small 'i,' with the dot on top being the deepest wound.
"What the hell, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Holy shit!" I cursed while stroking over the scar.
"Another dream?" Henry bent over and followed my fingers.
"What in the world happened to you?" His tone turned murderously in an instant after he felt the scar.
I still breathed laboriously, the feeling of that fucker stabbing me all too real.
