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.

antidote wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to go

anything! We can find another way to get the antidote," Jeffrey tried to

his gaze piercing. "Do you have another

when Quincy was alive,

she

in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right next to Quincy's left

numbers meant, especially since they seemed incomplete, any clue was better than

phone, not minding the blood that smeared all over

also took

this be a phone number?"

number, a sequence," Everett

for the

had previously commissioned a lab analysis 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

Jeff's chatter, counting the numbers Quincy had

in the antidote, but Quincy had

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