━━ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗘
in which, Daisy Francis has to help her girlfriends 𝘦𝘹-girlfriend survive from the Shadyside killers.
-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-
deena johnson x fem!oc
1994
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"I LOVE YOU DEENA"
THEY MADE IT TO GRAB & BAG, SIMON'S JOB and rushed inside, hearts racing as they entered the familiar yet now menacing space. Huddled behind the register, the group was tense, their eyes darting around as Simon moved with purpose, grabbing bags of pills from the shelves. "A few months ago, my brother Timothy had an unfortunate experience in which he ingested too much of a certain substance," he explained, his voice steady as he placed boxes and bags down on the counter, his hands drumming nervously against the surface. "He was dead for two minutes. But—" he paused, looking each of them in the eye, determination flashing across his face, "we got him back." The weight of his words hung in the air, a flicker of hope igniting among them.
"Kate," Deena called, breaking the tense atmosphere. "It's time for a close-up." Kate sighed deeply but nodded, knowing what she had to do. With practiced precision, she grabbed one of the pill bottles, twisting off the cap and pouring its contents onto the counter. The pills spilled out like a cascade of colorful hope, each one a potential lifeline in their desperate situation.
"You need to take these in order," Simon instructed, his tone serious. "Pile one takes the edge off. You're gonna feel like you're being fucked by a unicorn," he said with a dark humor that momentarily lightened the mood. He continued, "Pile two is gonna bring your core temp way down. You may feel slightly sick. But listen, you need to take a five-minute interval between pile two and pile three. That's really important, OKAY? Pile three brings you down and out, so take that 'take five' or it's all gonna go to shit!" His frantic explanation was underscored by the gravity of their mission, each word laced with urgency.
As Daisy scanned the chaotic scene, her eyes landed on one of the EpiPens. "How many do we have?" she asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
"Tons. Like a thousand," Simon replied, hastily gathering the remaining EpiPens from Kate, his hands moving quickly as if the mere act of grabbing them would somehow ensure their success.
"Wait," Deena interjected, her brow furrowing in confusion. "EpiPens?"
"Epinephrine, also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back," Simon explained, his voice rising with enthusiasm. "This is Jesus!" The conviction in his words momentarily bolstered their wavering confidence, a reminder that they might just have a fighting chance.
As Sam stood beside them, breathing in and out to steady herself, Kate and Daisy began to help each other apply fake blood to their shirts, the crimson liquid seeping into the fabric. A sigh escaped Sam as she realized the gravity of what they were about to undertake. "Remember half an hour ago when you two wanted to murder me?" she mumbled, looking between them, her voice tinged with both remorse and determination. "You don't have to do this. You can leave."
