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.

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

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

gaze piercing. "Do you

Even when Quincy was

now, she was

I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right

meant, especially since they seemed incomplete, any

phone, not minding the blood that smeared all over

be safe, Jeffrey also took several

number?"

a number, a sequence," Everett murmured, studying the

for

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

chatter, counting the numbers

were seventeen ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had

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