n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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"We should have taken him to the hospital." whispers Allison, as her and Diego place Five on the couch in the living room, with Marah taking Five's head onto her lap.
"A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions." says Diego, looking at his younger sister, who hasn't left Five's side since they got back to the academy.
"Yeah, well so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins attic." mumbles Marah, not looking up from Five.
"He's still losing blood." states Allison, putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, causing Five to groan. "What do we do?"
"We gotta get the shrapnel out." mutters Marah, looking over at Five. "Then I can cauterize the wound and he'll be good as new."
"No, we need to stitch him up Marah." states Allison. Diego walks away, causing both sisters to look at their brother. "Diego, where are you going?"
A few minutes later, Diego and Allison move Five to his room as Marah continues to hold his hand, checking his heartbeat as they go. Grace walks in after them, helping to clean up the wound.
"There's no answer at Vanya's place." states Allison, watching as Grace stitches up Five. "And the receptionist at her music school said she was a no-show for her lessons today."
"Hey, you okay?" asks Allison.
"Yeah." mumbles Diego, watching Grace work on Five. "I don't know, it's just surreal seeing her. I just wanna tell her that I'm s...We don't have time, we gotta go."
"I don't know, Diego." whispers Allison. Looking towards Five and Marah. "Five is laying there unconscious, We need him."
"We can do this ourselves." says Diego, turning away from Five's room.
"We did that already, remember?" reminds Marah, standing next to Allison. "We all ended up dead. Well you guys did, he hasn't said if I've died or not."
"I don't know. I'm just..." stammers Allison. "I'm thinking I should go and see Claire before-"
"You can't run away from this, Allison." states Diego. "That's what started this whole mess in the first place. Luther was right."
Marah and Allison scoff at the same time. "I didn't think I would ever hear you say those words." states Allison.
"Yeah, well...we gotta stick together." says Diego, while heading down the hall.
"Where do we start?" asks Marah, wanting to just do something so she doesn't focus on Five.
"There's no other addresses in the file, but there is another relation listed." states Diego, walking down the hall. "Jenkins grandmother. She lived near Jackpine road."
"You think he took her there?" questions Allison.
"It's good enough to start." mentions Diego.
The three siblings make their way outside, when they hear police sirens. Diego grabs both of his sisters and turns them the opposite way, away from the car.
