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.

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

Quincy was alive,

she was

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

to Quincy's left hand, he'd

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

photos with his phone, not minding the blood that

safe, Jeffrey also took several

a phone number?"

sequence," Everett murmured, studying the

for the

analysis of the antidote's composition, but the wrong sequence led to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex,

God! Did Quincy have a change of heart in the

ignored Jeff's chatter, counting

antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven before

Everett immediately sent these

to the doctor

analyzed the antidote, though

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