Henry's POV
"Astounding." The blonde doctor said, her eyes flitting from my face to my hand.
"Would you allow us to examine you?"
"Yes, but leave Kenny out of the testing. No pricking, no cutting, and no more questions about him."
The door opened as if on cue, and I didn't even need to look through the window to know that the machine was empty and Kenny was gone, now standing in the doorway.
"What's going on here?" He asked coldly.
My first instinct was always to feel relief and joy at his presence, yet now I had shown my ability without consulting him and was in the midst of coming to an agreement.
"Hmmm." He looked at the damaged table before he conjured up a gun, pointing it at the three scientists.
The blonde woman froze, the girl behind her gripped her arm, and Dr. Thompson breathed in sharply.
"What's going on?" Kenny repeated.
