THE FIRST BOOK IN THE NADINE SERIES
"What about them?" The woman questioned. "I want them to survive." The Handler looked over at Luther who stood guarded in front of Nadine. She sighed before turning towards the ice cream truck that Diego and Klaus...
"You make me feel like the one Make me feel like the one The one
I don't know where we are goin' now I don't know where we are goin' now
Wake up call coffee and juice Rememberin' you What happened to you? I wonder if we'll meet again Talk about life since then Talk about why did it end"
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CHAPTER 12: SHE WALKED AWAY
Five jumped out of the drivers seat, pulling a silent and wide eyed Nadine along with him. "Come on! Let's go!" The boy yelled back at his siblings as he rushed her up the stairs and pulled open the door. "I don't think she's breathing." Luther commented, fear laced through his voice.
Nadine held her expression while Five pushed her into the house. "If we don't get her upstairs, she's gonna die." Klaus spoke to the group as he helped Luther carry Allison. Five let the group rush her in and watched as they pulled her up the stairs to Grace.
He looked to his right, noticing Nadine still standing in the center of the room. He walked over to her and put a hand on each of her shoulders, trying to get her attention. She blinked, still not meeting his eyes. He squinted, his eyes traveling across her face without thinking.
"She's going to be okay. Come on." Before he could get a response he grabbed Nadine's hand, pulling her after him and up the stairs. When they got to the room, he pulled her to the side of Allison, pushing her behind him so she didn't have to see. "She suffered a severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give blood." Grace spoke with authority. What's my blood type again?
"I will." All the brothers spoke at the same time, warming Nadine's frozen heart for a second. How they were so willing to give everything for their sister. It was admirable. The warmth went away as fast as it came.
"I'm doing it." Luther commanded, pulling up a sleeve. "I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine." Pogo commented as he walked in. If Nadine's eyes could grow wider, they would've. If she could laugh, if she had any humor or light left in her body at the moment, this would be the time she would release it. But she felt nothing. She felt hollow.
"Hey, don't sweat it. I got this, big guy. I love needles." Nadine squinted, willing herself to laugh at Klaus' words. To chuckle. Anything.
"Master Klaus. Your blood is — how shall I say this? Too polluted." Pogo spoke with sincerity. Where is Wren? She's never around anymore. She'd remember my blood type.
"Move." Diego pressed through the group of men. "I'll do it." He looked down at Allison with a face Nadine couldn't quite place. Like he was pushing back the softness. She noticed that all the siblings were emotionally stunted to some degree. What did that evil man do to them?
