Henry X Ray の小説・ストーリー

It was far more dazzling than the one Pierce had ever given me. At that moment, Henry walked over to me. The sickly man, who had been on medication for years, carried a strong, sharp scent of medicine that nearly overwhelmed me when it hit unexpectedly. For some reason, there was always something unsettling about his eyes—dark, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite read. I felt uneasy under his gaze, and I cautiously asked, "What’s wrong?" Suddenly, Henry bent down and pulled me into his arms. He was so thin, all sharp angles and bones, pressing uncomfortably against me.

Henry replied nonchalantly, totally oblivious of the death glare Eren was giving him. "And why is that?" "Why are so interested?" Henry crooked his neck while standing in the room's balcony staring at the shadows’ lord in bed, everyone was worried sick about him, one hour he was dying and they had to summon the magus of the dark forest, but in the next, he was as good as new, his heling rate was unbelievable, and everyone thought it was due to the creation energy inside of him, not knowing that it was his beloved hybrid’s blood that healed him.

Nathan politely answered and take Andy's hand shake. "Finally." Henry blurred out. "I'll pick up your mom first, will just follow you at the hospital." Mr. Conner said. The three of them decided to ride on Henry's car together. "Andy, I'm curious about what happen to the calling card Mr. Xander gave you? Did you find the person?" Henry asked as he was driving the car. Andy was at the backseat while Nathan glance at Henry since he was quiet beside him.

You must give my son a blood transfusion. Xenia closed her phone. At the same moment, hurried chaotic footsteps sounded outside the living room, each step heavy. When Xenia looked up, Henry had just reached the living room. Their eyes met without warning. Seeing how pale she looked, Henry instinctively walked toward her. Xenia, your complexion— He stopped. The words halted on his lips. His steps halted as well. Standing a few paces away, Henry’s face turned cold. His voice was harsh. Come with me to the hospital right now.

“Don’t touch others’ stuff as you like.” Xavier looked at his back and didn’t say anything for a long time. Henry was temperamental and moody. He hadn’t felt anything before, but today he had experienced it. “You really do treasure it. Those who don’t know will even think that Guinevere had just come to give it to you.” He slowly put away the teasing expression on his face. Although Henry was in a wheelchair, everyone knew that he was well-informed. There should be no one in Fern City who had more eyes and ears than him.

Xyla smiled as she waved at him. The moment Stanley saw Xyla, his gaze turned gentle. He immediately waved at her. “Come here…” He said softly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… We can only see you like this in front of Xyla…” Henry crossed one leg over the other flamboyantly. He leaned lazily against a high-class, dark brown, traditional-style chair as he teased Stanley. “Do you have a problem with that?” Stanley asked. Henry instantly shrugged. “How could I possibly have a problem with that? Would I even dare?”

She held several design drafts in her arms, and her fingers were red from the cold. A familiar figure stepped in front of her. She stopped suddenly and looked up. It was Henry. He looked more worn out than the last time she saw him. His face looked gaunt. His eyes were bloodshot. Snow had soaked his black coat. He looked like a ghost that had crawled out of hell. “Yvette…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time. Yvette’s fingers tightened without her noticing. The papers crumpled in her hand.

“Hold it there a little longer!” The needle prick on Adriana’s wrist had stopped bleeding. She was about to let go when she heard Calvin remind her. She had no choice but to continue pressing. She crossed her hands and looked at Calvin, whose face showed no expression. “Has Henry finished with the X-ray? What did he say?” “Nothing much,” Calvin answered casually, as if nothing was wrong. But Adriana didn’t believe him. If it were really nothing, Henry wouldn’t have reacted so strongly at the time.

Henry completely ignored Logan, taking his handphone and started scrolling. Stella ran to the secretary department and asked for a first-aid kit from Mandy. After retrieving the kit, she quickly marched back to the office. Stella sat beside Henry, panting and still vaguely shaking. "I have a five-year-old daughter. Her name's Angel Xander!" Henry said soothingly, with a tone not as cold as before. He handed Logan his handphone. "What did you just say?" Logan thought he was still dreaming, determined that he had misheard.

"I must say, Gracie, you scared us this time. You don't know how bad the situation was that day. It's all thanks to Xander. He found Dr. Henry, who brought you back from the brink of death. We need to thank him." At the mention of Henry, Caleb realized that he had disappeared since Grace's surgery. He couldn't help but ask, "Where's Dr. Henry? Why haven't we seen him?" Xander explained, "He went on vacation. He's always hard to find. Don't worry about him." "Anyway, he's my lifesaver, so we must thank him properly someday," Grace said earnestly. Xander nodded. "I'll arrange a meeting next time." They left the hospital room. A few moments later, they stopped in their tracks.