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tw: emetaphobia (sick talk)
OLIVIA GRUNTS IN PAIN, SHIFTING her body as they walk along the train tracks. The pain seems to be getting worse, the colour from her face draining away quicker then ever, her face sunken in and her eyes showing complete exhaustion. She's shivering from the cold air and her wound is beginning to bleed even more over the t-shirt around her middle. Olivia has been awake and alert the hole walk but she's beginning to slip now from the blood loss.
"Are you sure that was Dart?" Lucas asks, looking at Dustin. Him and Dustin are taking it in turns to help Steve support Olivia. It's Lucas' turn now, they stop every ten minutes but it's now narrowing down to 5 minutes stop and 5 minutes walking, Olivia is struggling even more as they continue you too move. Steve won't let her go from his grip and he has barely uttered a word since they left the scrap sight, intent of making sure Olivia is okay.
"Yes. He had the exact same yellow pattern on his butt." Dustin nods, rolling his shoulders back.
"He was tiny two days ago." Olivia mumbles, rolling her head forward and then back, her breathing quicker then before indicating her body is working overtime trying to keep her alive.
"Well, he's molted three times already." Dustin replies.
Lucas frowns, "Malted?" glancing at Dustin.
"Molted. Shed his skin to make room for growth like hornworms." The Henderson replies. Steve flashes his torch to the side looking out for any Demogorgan's. Olivia whimpers, her head falling forward and her legs faltering from moving any further. "Liv? Are you okay? It's only been 3 minutes since the last time we stopped."
"I'm okay, I'm okay." She nods, swallowing heavily and then she hunches over, hurling over the train track. There's blood mixed in with the food and beige liquid. Olivia gasps, spitting the residue with seems to just be blood. "That doesn't seem like a good sign."
"No, we should probably carry on moving." Steve whispers, and with a little effort, Olivia is pulled round the pile of sick and they carry on along the train track.
Max asks, "When is the next time he will Molt?"
"It's gotta be soon. When he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it. And so will his friends." Dustin explains.
"What if he like gave birth to them or something?" Olivia slurs her words, raising an eyebrow and looking at Dustin.
"Yeah, and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats." Steve comments, chuckling a little bit.
