Simon's down beside her in less than a blink, pulling out the dart -- his fingers don't shake, not now, they can't afford to --
He lifts her halfway up, her head sagging forward onto his shoulder; her entire body feels horribly loose now, boneless. His eyes scan the bright sunny road, the expanse of trees that looks so empty -- and where no birds sing.
"Who are you?" His voice is a scream, scraping his throat raw. "WHO SHOT MY SISTER?"
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Simon's down beside her in less than a blink, pulling out the dart -- his fingers don't shake, not now, they can't afford to --
He lifts her halfway up, her head sagging forward onto his shoulder; her entire body feels horribly loose now, boneless. His eyes scan the bright sunny road, the expanse of trees that looks so empty -- and where no birds sing.
"Who are you?" His voice is a scream, scraping his throat raw. "WHO SHOT MY SISTER?"