"I'm with you!"

How could Dorothy just let him face danger alone?

"Listen to me, I've called Jeffrey. The two of us are enough. We don't know what's happening over there, and if you go, I'll have to worry about you too," Everett reassured her, gently patting the back of her hand. "Wait for me at home." Despite her concerns, Dorothy could only nod in agreement.

Given her current condition, she knew she might only add to Everett's troubles if she went along.

"Alright, Everett, just come back safe! It doesn't matter if you can't get the antidote, I just want you back here, safe and sound!"

Lane had become dangerously unpredictable.

Knowing how much Lane despised Everett, Dorothy couldn't help but worry.

Yet, Everett didn't respond to her plea and turned to leave.

Not retrieving the antidote wasn't an option for him. Originally, if Quincy had died, he was supposed to be the one to pay the price! It was Dorothy who had sacrificed her chance at the antidote for him, and now she was the one in danger. Everett needed that antidote, for Dorothy's sake.

...

could only watch as her blood, pulsing in time with her

punctured carotid artery

it - her

imagined she'd die like this, at the hands

communicate with the outside world. In that moment, she desperately wished she could inform Everett of the antidote's formula, wished for a chance to start

this was the

Jeffrey arrived, Quincy's blood

greeted Everett as he opened the door made

"Ugh! Ugh!"

reeked of

Quincy's severed hand and various knives and axes lay scattered around... "Everett, Lane has lost his mind!" Jeffrey had known him for

times, covering his nose, but Everett remained

touched his shoulder, "Everett? You haven't gone

up, his

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