Chapter 11: In Which We Feel
"He healed me." Hisoka was wide-eyed, agitated. "We've got to go help him!"
Tatsumi blinked. Healed him? Was it possible? What manner of thing was he? He had immobilized him, just like that, and then rendered him unconscious, just with a look. A dangerous man… if he was a man. "I don't think he needs any help."
"You don't understand! He's hurt! He was already hurt! And then he drained himself to heal me! I could feel him!" He stopped shouting. "I- I think I can still feel him… It was too much… he… I think he's dying…"
Tatsumi found himself following his son to the door. He did not understand, and was bristling with wariness. But he could not refuse a frantic Hisoka. He grabbed his car keys.
That… man… was surely miles away by now.
It would likely just be a wild goose chase.
A wet one.
For the storm had started in earnest.
