"What does this mean, Brody?" I looked to him, scared, worried, and puzzled.

"I, um, I don't really know, but when we get out of here we're taking this to city hall." He sounded confident that we would be getting out of there, but I would believe it when we saw the sun.

"Well we need to get moving. Can you grab Quierra?" He nodded and picked up Quierra. We started down the tunnel. "I'm scared Brody." I whispered.

"It's ok Kam. We'll get out I promise." I knew he wanted to pull me into his arms, but they were occupied. I had the same pang of jealousy I had on the elevator. I knew if I was hurt he would carry me, but it still bothered me.

"You don't know that." I said as I put a bit more space between us. He didn't answer for a long time.

"Yes, I do Kambry. We will because we have you." He said his dark eyes burning a hole in me. I smiled but only because I was so worried I was beginning to get giddy. "Can- Can we r-rest?" He was stuttering and sounded nervous; something he never did. I knew what was happening.

"Put Quierra down, your head between your knees, take deep breaths." He did as he was told, except he couldn't get his head between his knees before he lost consciousness. I sat in the dimly lit hall with two unconscious people.

After a while Quierra's eyes opened and she tried to sit up, "No, no, no. Unless you're magical now you are definitely not healed." She just lay back down on the ground arms crossed over her stomach.

"Well, since your boy-friend here is out cold, could we at least give it some air?" She yelled flailing her arms about.

"Only if you calm down," I threatened. She clasped her hands together and gave me a toothy grin. "Fine," I muttered. I began to unwrap her bandages. They were soaked with blood. Her grin soon became a grimace; this was hurting her.

When I got the band-aids off I examined her cut. It had begun to scab but it definitely needed stitches.

"How does it look?" Quierra tried to angle her head around to see it. This resulted in some blood and puss.

"Hold still! I, uh, I don't think it's infected yet."

"Yet!" she sounded panicked.

"Well yeah, it will if we don't find something to stitch you up." She set her head down and let out a shallow moan. "It's ok Quierra."

"No! No! No, it is not! I'm going to DIE! I'm going to be dead!" When we were younger Quierra would have minor panic attacks. Someone near her had to pressure point her to calm her down. I jammed my fist into her neck and her eyes fell dormant.

I decided we had been here long enough, I slapped Broden awake. It took a little longer this time. I became afraid this may be a progressive thing.

"huh, oh sorry. Let's go." He got up and lifted Quierra. We began walking down the tunnel. "How many more miles?" Broden was beginning to make a habit out of these unfinished questions.

"What?"

"Until the east entrance?" he asked like I had forgotten to say it.

"oh um, I think we've gone about two. So 8." He nodded. We walked in silence for a while.

"I'm getting tired could we set up camp?"

"but we've only been walking for a few hours."

"Ok we don't have to." I nodded and move out ahead.

"Another mile then we can stop." He nodded and picked up his pace; he obviously wasn't extremely tired. I wondered why he wanted to stop?

Sorry this took so long, I got kinda wrapped up in my SYOT