The Run To Quinn

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I bit into my arm and groaned, concealing a scream.

"You're okay, you're okay," she cooed. It didn't help.

It felt hours before my hands was wrapped up nice and tightly, clean gauze keeping my palms from getting infected.

As bad it was to feel the pain, it was worse to watch Seb go through it.

"Maybe you should leave the room," Kimberly said as she poured more alcohol onto Seb's hands.
I nodded quickly and dashed from the room, my arm covering my mouth. I ran to the front door and leaned over in the bushes, puking out nothing but acidic air.

Tears poured from my eyes and snot ran from lmy nose as I cried and puked— begging for Seb to stop screaming. My gut tangled and when I sat down I feared I would never stand again.

As bad it was to live the pain, it was worse to watch the person I held dear to me live it too.

I sat there for who knows how long, leaning against the wall of the house, my eyes clenched shut and my ears plugged with my fingers. No matter how hard I tried— I could still hear Seb's pain.

I sat.

And I sat there for a while.

Certainly no longer than an hour, but it had to of been a century— that's what it felt like, anyways.

"West?" I looked up. Seb stood there in all his healthy glory, watching me with a sad smirk. "Why are you in the bushes?"

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He enclosed himself around me and put his head in the crevice of my neck. "I wasn't going to die, West."

"I know, I know." Could a girl be worried?

"C'mon, there's a place I want to show you."

***

"Be careful." Sebastián picked me up by my sides and lifted me over a pack of thorns in the middle of a hell-filled trail.

The thorns were only one of the threats we'd been across so far. There was also a part so steep I thought I was going to skip down and crack my head open.

There were a lot of ticks and chiggers which surprised me. Most ticks left werewolf's alone, something about our diet and our blood was disgusting to them. But even these found me and I managed to get a couple on my legs.

"What are these? Mutant ticks?" I asked, cringing as I took one off of me, the small pinch not even phasing me. They might not have hurt, but they were still gross, disease spreading, devil-bugs. "Ticks don't like werewolves."

Sebastián chuckled, shaking his head. "No, this trail goes through some sort of nest of them," He admitted.

I rolled a my eyes. "Great? What's next? Do we have to go through a leech infested lake?" I asked. He winced, his shoulders shrugging, and I gasped. "I'm not going—"

"Kidding!" He laughed. "Kidding. We're almost there."

Wherever "there" was, it had to be something amazing. The only scent I smelled on the trail was Sebastián's, plus a faint scent of someone else but I couldn't tell who it was. If nobody else wanted to walk through this trail though, how amazing could it be?