Beginnings ➣ Monroe [1]

45 | ISLAND OF DREAMS PT. 3

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Isabelle sat with Wu in her car, both of them snacking as they keep watch of the spice shop. She didn't think the intruders would do anything in the daylight, but she'd rather be safe than sorry.

"Alright, I think I've reached my salt intake for the day." Isabelle sighs, setting her partially eaten bag of chips on the dashboard.

"Well, I haven't reached mine." Wu remarks grabbing the bag, wiping his forehead with his hand before digging into the bag.

"Wu, are you okay? You're looking a little.. toasty." Isabelle comments, raising an eyebrow with wariness and concern.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just a little warm." Wu assures her. "Uh.. you know what? I think I actually am starting to get hot. I'm gonna get some air."

Isabelle gets out of her car as Wu steps onto the sidewalk. Isabelle has known Wu for years now. And she's only seen him get sick less than a handful of times — including when they've gone out drinking.

"Feeling any better?" Isabelle inquires.

"Uh, yeah. I think.." Wu starts before stumbling to his knees.

"Wu!" Isabelle exclaims, grabbing him before he can fall face first onto the ground. "Wu? What's going with you? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah. I'm not.." Wu trails off and it was clear that was fading fast.

"Come on. Come on. We need to get you inside." Isabelle urges and pulls him up with her before rushing into the spice shop. "Rosalee! Monroe! Where are you guys? I need some help!"

"Isabelle, what's going on?" Monroe asks, his eyes going wide as Isabelle drops down onto the ground with Wu.

"Oh my god." Rosalee breathes as yellow bumps begin appearing all over his face. "What happened?"

"I.. I don't know. We were just watching the shop from my car, and all of sudden he began getting really warm and then started passing out." Isabelle informs her. "Why? What's happening to him?"

"Well, clearly nothing good." Monroe retorts.

"Thanks, Monroe. That's really helpful right now." Isabelle grimaces giving him an annoyed look.

"Sorry." Monroe says sheepishly.

"Isabelle, call your cousin and get him down here. Monroe and I are gonna put your friend up on her counter to lay down." Rosalee tells her.