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

We can find another way

his gaze piercing. "Do you

when Quincy

now, she

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

was unclear what these numbers meant, especially since they seemed

quickly took photos with his phone, not minding the blood that smeared all

took several pictures from different

phone number?" It

Everett murmured, studying the

for the

to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence

Jeff's chatter, counting the

antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven before her

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