Thirty-Two

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Lilith was coughing blood for a while after that. She obviously, by this point had broken ribs. And something had been punctured inside her. She needed medical help. but this is your fault.

This was her fault all her fault all her fault all her fault all her fault.

She was spiraling into a panic. She hyperventilated, but with each heave she screamed in pain. Everything was a lose lose situation anymore. If she could just die, thats all she needed. Everything would be fixed then. If she just died.

Julian returned. He could hear her upstairs. "Be quiet. You're worrying the others." 

"You did this." Lilith sputtered. "You're the reason im in so much pain. Please- take it a little easier on me. I-"

He let out a short laugh. "You really think I'm going to let you go that easy after all that? Dumbass. You could have ruined my entire life."

"Dont talk to me about ruining peoples lives!" She screamed at him. "You-you-" She couldn't think of what to say.

"I what?" Julian had a dangerous look on his face.

"Nothing." She muttered.

"That's what i thought."

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Henry had left. Eliott wasn't sure where he went, but it was his own fault if he died. He tried to warn him.

Although, hated to admit it, as the hours passed, and darkness surrounded him he began to think that Henry was right. Maybe it wasn't a trick?

He decided he would leave once it was light out, just so he could see. He had to see if Lilith was okay.

[∆∆]

Henry made it back to the gate. He made it to the other side, and walked right up to the front gates of the school. He wanted to look as inconspicuous as he could.

He went to Liliths dorm, and knocked. No response. Anxiety rushed through his system. He turned the handle, and walked into the room. She wasn't there. It looked like no one had been there in a while. "...Lilith?" He called hesitantly.

"Oh, Lilith isn't here." Julian had materialized behind him.

Henry jumped, and fell onto his back. "How did you find me?"

"I have my ways. Now, go back to your dorm. Give it a rest. You won't find Lilith."

"Is she at least alive?"

"Yes. Now go, and I won't punish you at all."

Henry quickly left for his own dorm, scurrying up from the floor.

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Eliott didn't get any sleep that night, so he set off as soon as he could see in front of him. It took a while to get back to the school, but he did it. He climbed the fence, it still hadn't been fixed yet, and made his way to the large castle-like building.

He didn't want to go through the front doors, that was too risky, but he also didn't want to climb. But, it was the safest option to climb back through the infirmary window. He would be prepared for people this time, and he would fight them, he wasn't a coward.

He easily climbed up towards the now closed window. That would cause a slight problem…he held on tightly with one hand on the rocks, and let go of the other. He avoided looking down, in fear of falling. At first, he tried pushing the window open, but he couldn't get it to move even the smallest amount. He then resorted to punching the glass. It didn't work the first couple of times, but eventually the glass shattered.

Julian was standing in the infirmary doorframe. "Well, hello there, Eliott." He walked gracefully towards the window. "I was starting to think you weren't coming."

Eliotts hair blew in his face. "I knew it was a trap."

"I wasn't ever going to give up on it, thats what you got wrong. I wasn't going to go get you over time. I would have waited, no matter how long, for you to come."

Eliotts fingers hurt, they were slightly cramping from holding onto his body weight. His arm shook.

"You look like you're struggling a bit, let me help." Julian held his hands out for him.

Eliott didn't take it.

"What, you don't trust me?"

"Now why would I trust you?" Eliott deadpanned.

Eliott almost slipped, his hands were getting sweaty, he reached out for Julians hand. "Please. I'm trusting you on this one."

"Oh, what a mistake that was." Julian said, and pushed him off the building, he watched him plummet towards the ground, panic written on his face.

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