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.

gaze piercing. "Do you have another

loss. Even when Quincy

she

get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?"

hand, he'd found a series of

since

took photos with his phone, not minding the blood that

took several

this be a phone number?"

sequence," Everett murmured, studying the digits

for

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

Did Quincy have a change of heart in

chatter, counting the numbers Quincy

ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven

Everett immediately sent these

the doctor who

analyzed the antidote, though

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