Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(90) TMotDS: Unfavorable Situation!

"OW! Uugh!"

"Hey, hey. Keep it together."

"S-Sorry." Cater gritted his teeth, trying his best to wretched his hand from Trey's hold to touch his side. It was a miracle that all of them managed to get to the infirmary before any of them collapse, especially Cater and Jonah. Grim's bite was unexpectedly deep, but they were lucky that none of the flesh was torn out.

Cater let out a weak chuckle. "Haah, in the end, I didn't do much."

"Don't say that." Trey shook his head, gripping onto Cater's hand tighter. "I'm the one who was pretty useless back there."

"Aw, don't be like that." Cater said, between his hisses. "We did our best."

Trey sighed. "It wasn't enough though." He looked to the bed next to Cater. Jonah was sitting on the bed, knees pulled close to his chest, hugging them closely. Riddle was pacing back and forth in front of his bed, face red like he was a bomb ready to explode. Jack sat on the chair next to Jonah's bed, his hand on the other's boy back as he patted him gently.

Jonah sighed, feeling dizzy from Riddle going back and forth. "Look. If you're going to say something, just spill it out."

Riddle stopped. Turning his head to Jonah, he was glaring so hard. "Oh, believe me. I have many things I want to say." He then sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But we can't waste any more time." He looked up at Jonah again, still glaring. "I give you ten minutes to explain yourself."

Jonah ran his hand down his face, huffing in annoyance. "Fine." He turned to the nurse. "I'm sorry, Mister Spencer. But can you leave us for the time being?"

Shalom sighed at him. "Young man, never have I ever meet someone who has many close calls like you. What does the headmaster see in you?" He looked at the other children. "Make sure you keep him out from killing himself because I don't want to handle another missing limb." With that, the old man walked outside, leaving the kids in silence for a few seconds.

"Alright. Recap." Jonah, jumped off the bed standing in front of the gang. "Basically, if we don't get that picture of the prince before the sunset next Thursday, I'll be Azul's slave for all eternity."

Riddle held back a scream from behind his throat. "And?" he grumbled. "What is your plan?"

Jonah didn't look at him. "We only have a few days in our hand, so we have to make these days worth it." He lifted his right arm and swiped the dark screen, lightning up as a transparent screen shone out. With a few taps, he opened a web all about the Atlantica Memorial Museum. "Alright, what I have in mind is that there's just no way that we can grab the photo in broad daylight. So, I suggest tomorrow morning we will at least scout the area first. Practice our swimming if we must, find the shortest way to get to the museum and other potential escape routes." He tapped a picture of the museum map, pointing at the several spots. "We can sneak in through the employee door tomorrow night."

"Wait," Jack spoke out. "If we're doing this at night, that means we only have two chances."

Jonah nodded. "That's why we need to at least know the battlefield. If we must, and by some miracle, we can return on day three." He looked between the rest of them. "Any question?"

Cater struggled to sit up from his spot. "Any idea how are we going to breathe underwater?"

Jonah hummed. He glanced at Trey. "Is there any spell or charm we can use?"

Trey tapped his chin, thinking for a while. "We can use the bubble-head charm or eat some gillyweed. Or maybe that one transfiguration spell to change yourself to a shark." In the last part, Trey glanced at Cater and the orange-haired senior laughed. The rest of them didn't quite get it like it was just a joke between the two of them.