Chapter 444: Going into shock
Kellen was barely aware of anything around him. He felt like he had tunnel vision, and couldn’t even register that Rhys had his hand on his back, his shoulder, offering him comfort. Warmth. Kellen couldn’t feel it.
All he could feel was that cold, sick, festering feeling in his gut as it relished in being right. Kellen’s guts churned as he threw up again in the bucket. The sounds of his Dad wailing filling his ears. The repetitive warning from the sirens, and then the muffled voice of Lieutenant Parker, asking what hell was going on? Everything he heard felt like it was in a distance. Away from him.
Something he couldn’t touch, and thus, couldn’t touch him in return.
Kellen just stared at the contents of the bucket in front of him, his body slowly going numb. His fingers shook as he tried to tighten his grip on the can. He felt like his mind was going so unbearably slow, and so fast that it was making him ill from whiplash. He didn’t know what to do. Rhys wouldn’t lie to him, he knew that.
It was also clear that Rhys wasn’t happy with this outcome either, but what the hell could they do? Why hadn’t known, and Rhys couldn’t predict the futures of the people who were closest to him often, or at all. Kellen’s future had practically been blocked out for him.
They were lucky they had had Kellen’s warning. Lucky. It didn’t feel like luck as Kellen threw up again, his body heaving. It really didn’t feel like luck, but Kellen was trying his best. He didn’t want to blame Rhys. He didn’t want to blame himself. No one was at fault for this.
If anyone was at fault, it was the E.A.G. for forcing that damn group of monsters near them at this time.
Kellen’s stomach rolled as he remembered, suddenly, that he’d had bad feelings about so many people before they left. His eyes filled with tears. It couldn’t have just been Gwen. He’d had bad feelings about so many of his people. Holy shit. No.
Just as quickly as he’d tried to climb up, he spiraled back down into the depths of worry, loathing, and fear.
This couldn’t be happening. This was bad fucking dream. He had to wake up from this. This was...this was the worst fucking outcome that could possibly happen. Kellen’s stomach revolted again and he found himself coughing into the garbage can. He had apparently already thrown up everything that he could. His body only had acid left.
When Kellen finally came to from his heaving fit, he found that he wasn’t alone, but the people had changed.