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.

If Dorothy were to die because the antidote wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to go on living.

"Everett, Quincy... she wouldn't have left anything! We can find another way to get the antidote," Jeffrey tried to reason.

other way?" Everett snapped, his gaze piercing. "Do you

at a loss. Even when Quincy was

she was

something. I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?"

left hand, he'd

meant, especially since they seemed

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

safe, Jeffrey also took several pictures from different

number?" It didn't seem right to

Everett

sequence for

The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence could turn an antidote into a deadly poison

God! Did Quincy have a change of

counting the numbers

were seventeen ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only

Everett immediately sent these

to the

analyzed the antidote, though

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