"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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I sat by Harry's feet, bandaging his sprained ankle. The storm had died down a bit, the rain still beating the roof.
"If he's going to die, why worry about his foot?"
I snapped my head around. "Asher!"
"What?"
"He's not going to die," I said, pressing the cold cloth against his hot forehead. "You're not going to die."
I sat against the wall, Harry's head in my lap as my fingers were twisted in his hair, my eyes drooping shut. I was slowly drifting asleep when Harry coughed himself awake, groaning.
I immediately shot up, leaning over him. "Harry?"
He looked up at me, his normally green eyes, duller than I remembered. "Saige?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Not so great," he said, looking up at me. "I'm going to be sick."
I grabbed the bowl Asher was handing me as Harry emptied his stomach into the bowl.
"I need to know your symptoms, Harry."
He gagged quietly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Umm, my stomach hurts, I'm freezing, I can't breathe."
I pressed my hand against his forehead. "You have a fever and nausea."
I sighed heavily, closing my eyes.
"What?" he asked. "What is it?"
"ABO Incompatibility Reaction."
"English please." He said weakly, starting to fall back into a sleep.
"We had to replace the blood you lost but we didn't know which blood type you were-"
"B-positive."
"Yeah, well nice to know that now," I rolled my eyes. "You're having a bad reaction to the incorrect blood type."
"What else is there?" He asked me as I looked down.
I looked up at him, placing a hand on his chest. "It could kill you."
He sighed, putting his head back on the pillow. "Well, at least it's not by one of those bastards out there."
"Who were those people?" I asked him as Asher went outside.
"Well, I call them the Hunters," he said, keeping his eyes closed. "They hunt the survivors and eat them."
"That's gross," I sat back on my butt. "That scream, that was the person they killed instead of us?"
He nodded, closing his eyes. "Mind getting me a blanket, love?"
I chewed on my lip. "I can't, Harry, we have to break your fever."
