Co-Captain, Part XI

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"We have to get home," Scott tells me urgently as the three of us stumble through the dark woods. "Allison's still there."

"Allison?" Jackson echoes.

"Okay, priorities, Scott. Are you going to be okay?" I point at his side that he's still clutching.

"Yeah. I'm healing already." As soon as the words leave his mouth, he doubles over, knees hitting the ground. Blood splatters the leaves when he coughs. My brother collapses on his side.

"Help me get him up," I demand, grabbing one of Scott's arms. Jackson obeys, grabbing his other arm. Scott stays motionless, but he whispers something. I lean my ear closer to him to hear.

"Allison."

"We have to get him out of here." I pull the two boys along, leading the way out of the woods. I have no idea where I'm going, but I can feel that familiar knowing.

"Where are we going?" Jackson asks.

"You'll see," I tell him, not wanting to admit that I don't know.

"Is it some sort of werewolf hospital? He needs help." Jackson's voice starts to get more and more frantic. I tilt my head, what Jackson said breaking through whatever wall was up in my mind between knowing and knowing. The animal clinic forms in my mind, and I smile slightly.

"Something like that."

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