She sat next to him as he flipped to the first book in the New Testament and began scouring the pages until he found the 22nd chapter. She didn't miss the slight fingershake as he located the 14th verse.
"Matthew 22:14," he read aloud, "For many are...
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"You knocked her out."
"Chill, it was an accident."
The two boys loomed over the unconscious girl. She hadn't moved since Jack had freaked out and shoved her into the wall–but to be fair that was before they'd known if she was a bad guy or what. Grey assumed she wasn't. She had numbers on her wrist and the same kind of lamp they had. Hers had gone out though, probably because it fell when she'd scared the life out of them and Jack's reflexes had worked faster than his brain.
"So what do we do now?" Asked Jack, unsure,
"We take her with us."
"How? Sleeping people are like jelly."
"We can try waking her up..."
They peered at her again, but neither made a move.
"You try," Jack suggested.
Grey knelt next to her and lifted her wrist gently. She had a pulse, thank God, but no reaction to him moving her arm at all. Not so good."You sure you didn't hit her?"
"It was an accident!" Jack huffed. "I'll grab her arms. You grab her feet."
"I already have her arms, just go over there," Grey answered somewhat patiently.
"Whatever," he grumbled back.
"Be careful."
"Just shut up."
Between the two of them, they were successfully able to lift her limp body. But now they had a different issue. Grey let out a sigh. "We forgot the lamps."
"How are we supposed to carry those and her?"
They went silent for a moment.
"Maybe we could balance a lamp on her forehead?" Jack suggested.
"You're not serious..."
Quick footsteps started coming toward them from the dark. Both boys froze, unsure of what to do.
"Reed? Please tell me that's you," Jack called weakly.
The small light grew in size as it hurried toward them. Grey took a steadying breath. "Who else could it be? It has to be him."
"Or it could be a demon," Jack gulped. And then his fingers slipped.
"Hey!" Grey protested, unable to support her weight himself. He did his best to protect the girl's head. His knees hit the floor before her body did, although somewhat awkwardly thanks to the dust and debris that littered the place.
"That did not sound good," Jack remarked.
"Jack? Grey?"
Reed's frame came into view and he looked from the two of them to the girl that lay unconscious on the floor. He handed his lamp off to Jack and knelt next to her, checking her neck. "What happened?"
