Jeffrey was battling his own nausea, trying to keep it together as he moved closer to assist.

"Quincy was tied up, and her arm was broken. She couldn't have left anything behind! Everett, you need to calm down!"

But Everett wasn't listening. His bare hands sifted through the clotted blood, searching desperately.

"Everett!"

"Everett, there's nothing here!"

"Shut up!" Everett barked back, his voice fierce, "I have to find it. This is Dorothy's only hope. I must find it!"

Watching Everett's almost obsessive behavior, Jeffrey felt a deep sorrow but also understood.

This chance at life was Dorothy's gift to him.

Jeffrey knew the depth of Everett's love for Dorothy, having witnessed their journey together.

die because the antidote wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to

she wouldn't have left anything! We can find another way to

Everett snapped, his gaze piercing. "Do you have another

a loss. Even when Quincy was alive,

she

Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right next to Quincy's left hand, he'd found a

what these numbers meant, especially since they

not minding

also took

this be a phone number?" It didn't

sequence," Everett murmured, studying the

sequence for the

of the antidote's composition, but the wrong sequence led to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence could turn an antidote into a deadly poison instead. "My God! Did Quincy have

chatter, counting the

identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven

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