The Curse ✔️

Chapter 52: Denial

Leon's eyes rolled back and he lost his consciousness again. I fell on my butt, eyes wide, but heart filled with relief. He was alive.

"I brought- I brought him back." I stuttered, my entire body shaking.

"Yes, and now we have to get him the fuck out of here."

Thar wasn't messing around anymore. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up with ease. I let him. I couldn't make anymore decisions. I was completely drained.

"He- he needs a shirt." I mumbled as Thar tried to lift Leon off the floor.

"Fucker's heavy." Thar grunted. "Help."

"We have to cover him-"

"Jade." Thar met my gaze, his hands under Leon's armpits. "We need to get him out of here. Now."

"Okay, okay!" I yelled. "Give me a fucking second!"

I took Amma's phone off the floor and called Morta.

"Where the fuck are you?" She answered after the first ring. "Darth's losing his shit, the ooze is acting weird!"

"I need you to find a shirt somewhere, there is probably one in Amma's backpack." My voice sounded more distant than hers. "Then come here with the shirt. Do it now. Don't let anyone see you."

"Are you okay? Has a demon possessed you?"

A strained laugh left my lips, "Not me."

"Jade..." Thar warned.

"Jade, what the fuck?" Morta mumbled.

"Just get me a shirt." I repeated. "Don't let anyone see you, and don't tell them where you're going."

"How am I going to pass through the hallway?" Morta asked. "The ooze went that way."

"It's clear." I said. "Trust me. There is nothing here. Not even a demon."

"Seriously?"

"Trust me." I chuckled. "It got what it wanted."

"You're freaking me out."

"Just get the shirt. Quickly."

Morta arrived five minutes later, out of breath and carrying one black shirt. She looked terrible. Her usually pale face now turned almost blueish. Her eyes were bloodshot. Arms bruised. Sweat coated her forehead, smudging her makeup. Her mascara was smeared. As soon as she arrived, she noticed Leon on the floor.

"What... happened to him?"

I took the shirt from her hand, "He fell down the stairs."

"Last I checked, stairs didn't leave weird symbols on one's chest." She came closer.

Pulling the shirt over Leon's head and down his torso took some effort, and I was reluctant to hold him too tightly, but I managed. I brushed his hair off his forehead and it made me cry.

"Oh." Morta took in a sharp breath.

"Come on." Thar stood behind Leon's head, put his hands under his armpits, and pulled up his torso. "Help me get him to the training room. How's the situation there?"

"Under control." Morta immediately grabbed Leon's legs. "Darth is panicking because the ooze stopped attacking us, which has to be the most confusing emotion I've ever seen. He thinks it's planning something."

"How's Amma?" I wiped the tears off my face and pulled myself up.

"Alive." Morta shrugged. "Unconscious, and she has a fever. Lorenia handled the wound as best as she could, but she's going to need good old antibiotics."