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"Keep pressure on it!" Jonathan called.
"I'm trying!" Jude said in return, his hands coated of Harmons blood. "I'm gonna pass out! You know i'm not good with this sort of thing!"
"Okay, okay." Mike hurried to take his place as Jude pulled his face from the scene, a violet gag leaving his lips. "Do not!"
"It's not slowing!" Will panicked. "More pressure. Get napkins."
Jude leaned over the seat, coming back quickly and giving them to Jonathan. "Where are we going?!"
"St.Mary's." Jonathan spoke quickly, leaning back. "Argyle! Get us to St.Mary's."
"I don't think praying's gonna help that dude, man!" Argyle called back.
"Oh my god, oh my god." Jude continued to panic as he looked away, his hands pressing into of Mikes to make the pressure harder.
"No, you idiot! St.Mary's Hospital!" Jonathan yelled to Argyle once again.
"Wait, wait, he's saying something!" Jude called when he heard Harmon grumble. "What was that?"
"No." Harmon choked on blood. "No hospital."
"No, no. We're gonna get you to the hospital." Jonathan looked down at him.
"You need to warn.." he took a hard swallow. "O..Owens."
"Owens?" Jude's eyes widened, he looked to Mike. "Corey wanted us to find him for a reason."
"The girl." Harmon choked. "She's-Shes in danger."
Mike and Jude shared a terrified look.
"Okay, how...how do we find Owens?" Jonathan spoke quickly, they hadn't known how much time they had left.
"Nina." his voice was weakening. "Nina. Corey."
"Corey, yeah. Who's Nina?" Mike shook his head.
"Pen!" Will called as he saw Harmons hand dip into his pocket some.
"Okay. Okay." Jonathan took it.
"Here's the number." Harmons head fell back more, Jude looked to the wound and saw it was only getting worse, pulling his eyes away again when he started to feel light headed.
"Number." Jonathan nodded.
"He wants to write something!" Mike yelled.
"We call this Nina?" Jonathan nodded down at him.
"Argyle, paper?" Jude climbed over the seat. "Magazines!"
"Not that one." Argyle yanked it from him and gave him a different one.
