𝐸𝑁𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌 ／𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘙

HE'S SMART!

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐽𝐸𝐶𝑇

☆★ Chaos is still at an all-time high in the back of Argyle's van. Your fatigue proved to be more urgent than you thought, knocking you out five minutes after Mike started coddling you.

He tried to wake you but it proved fruitless as they are frantically trying to stop the Agent from losing any more blood. Mike says that if you were awake, you'd be able to do it yourself but... things are never that easy. The Agent coughs blood, causing the boys to let out another mutual yelp.

"It's not slowing!"
"Keep putting pressure on it"

They scramble to put a couple of no-good pizza napkins on the wound, not changing the route of the possible outcome that this Agent would die in the back of a pizza van. "Argyle you gotta get us to St. Marys!" Jonathan demands.

"I don't think praying's gonna help that dude!" he dumbly replies, mind all over the place.
"No, you idiot! St. Mary's hospital!" but the Agent, Harmon croak's, voice gargled due to the blood he was spitting up.

"No, no."

Jonathan inquires why he would ever say no but he just repeats himself "No hospital" he argues. "We need to get you to the hospital!" Jonathan frantically tried changing his mind but Harmon keeps a tunnel vision. "You need to warn..." —he winces "O...Owens"

Behind Mike's kneeled figure, you finally get a glimpse of consciousness, a small sound of surprise coming out of your mouth. Everything is blurry for a moment as you recall today's event, suddenly alert when you hear "She's in danger"

"Hey hey hey, what's- what's going?-" you place a palm to your head in an effort to relieve your headache.
"Okay, how... how do we find owens?" Jonathan pressed, trying to get the man to talk before he passes on. Will glances at you, with a sense of urgency "Can you save him?" but Mike quiets him, listening to Harmon.

"Nina. Nina" he murmurs.
"Nina, Nina who's Nina?" Mike panics more by the second as you watch in horror. You can feel his heartbeat slowing, putting your hand to your chest instinctively.

Harmon pulls a pen from his pocket.
"Come on. A pen."

"Here's the number" he gargles. Your eyes blow wide, panic surging through your veins as you could feel that his heart was on a one-way stop soon. "Say it! I'll remember it!" you propose. "He wants to write something!" Mike announces.

"We can call this Nina?" Jonathan makes sure to affirm with the Agent. Mike turns to you "Can you grab a magazine or something????" you scramble to find anything that you guys could write on, even if it were a tee shirt. You make quick work of handing Mike multiple sheets of torn magazines "Here, here"

"He's really bleeding a lot" Mike winces, the blood finally making him break. You sympathize with him but make no move to comfort him. Now is not the time to cry on shoulders. Will dismisses Mike's small moment of defeat, snatching the papers from his grasp. He begs the agent to write and to say something. "Write the number!"

"Come on. Hey! Look at me" Jonathan screams. "His heart stopped..." you mumble, worriedly looking at Mike. He'd know what to say, right? Maybe he'll come up with a quick solution. He figured out that Will was being a spy for the mind flayer pretty quickly, so he can do this too right?

But he doesn't say anything.

You received the same worried stare back. In the front of the van, you hear Argyle swear. The chaos had died down, alarming Argyle that the man had finally died. "I couldn't have saved him I-" you scoot backward, face solemn— "If it were his arm or something I could've but, that's a vital area," you say this to nobody in particular.