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Beau seemed to be suffering the same treatment, agony flooding through his body. However, before he felt the unbearable amount of pain, he took his chance and thrust his sword forward, managing to stab Bree in the side. He heard her hiss of pain, before his own hell started. However, he wasn't in it long before he felt a sharp pain sending him to his death.

Bree fell to her knees, and sent a knife into Beau's chest, pulling it out and repeatedly stabbing back in. "die die dIE DIE DIE!!" She screamed, pissed off at him for hurting her, one arm covering her side. She slowed to a stop, and looked down at the two dead bodies, the look of a murderer quickly changing to a look of horror. "O-Oh dear lord, what have I done? I gave them both such an awful fate.." Then she remembered Quinn. Damn, he would never stay with her after this. She winced, backing away from the bodies until she felt wall, allowing herself to slide down against it to get a good look at her wound. "Shit..."

Quinn was scared. He didn't know what to do. He only watched. He was just a mere speculator at this moment, and the other moments that just happened awhile ago. It was terrifying to witness what Bree did, and for what she had done. Now, there are two bodies laying on the ground. Dead. "......." He noticed the change in her as soon as she stopped stabbing.


He was afraid of saying anything else, but Bree needed treatment.
And the plan. That was all it took to take back his courage to do so.


He finally urged himself closer to her.

She couldn't look at him. She was ashamed of what just happened, of the fact she allowed her alternate personality to escape her. "...You can leave if you want, I'll be fine by myself." She said, beginning to take off her shirt, pausing slightly before pulling it off all the way. She glanced over at her bag, then at her still-bleeding side. It hurt, a lot. She wasn't sure what to do, since she grew up in an esteemed family, and even this whole experience, nobody was able to harm her.

When the girl took her shirt off, he only stared absently.
He shook his head, then his stare went hard, "No." He ignored her words, and then realized that the mark was still there. He was still there. Quinn was confused at this. He wasn't affected, but the others were. He wondered why and how did that come to happen. Shoving the thoughts away, "Let's just focus on your wound, okay?" The original plan that they had, he could not let that end quickly.

"Wait a minute- You're alive." She stated, a confused look crossing onto her face. "But they died?" She was confused, when another rush of pain went through her. "Agh, shit that hurts... My backpack, it should have bandages and that.. Damn stuff that's supposed to burn or some shit in it, I got it from a pharmacy." She said, still unable to look him in the face.

"I know," he awkwardly turned around, and then simply removed the supplies out of the bag. The boy faced towards the girl again. He took the cotton and dabbed it with alcohol as he spoke calmly, "Relax as much as you can."

She nodded, closing her eyes, and letting out a sigh. "...I'm really sorry you had to see that, Quinn Feign." She whispered. "That was.. Not pretty." She opened her eyes to look at him. "I shouldn't of let that happen, I shouldn't of let that side of me show."

(( and Quinn realizes he never mentioned his last name and he's like "tf" ))

"It's.. fine."


More confused now, "Huh..? How do you know my last name? I never told you that." That was. Strange. They just met today. How could that be if she already knew his last name before he even spoke word about it? He didn't proceed until he had his answer.

((did not proceed. what a goof /hyuk))

She paused. "Shit, I never should've told you that. However, I'm getting light-headed, so unless you want three dead bodies on your hands, I suggest you hand me the stuff to tend to my wound while I tell you how I know." She suggested, looking down at her blood-covered hand and arm.

(( bc she was using it to put pressure ))
(( on the wound ))

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," embarrassed, he hurriedly dabbed the alcohol and then enveloped the bandages around her waist. "That should do it." Although, the reply made him even more confused, and an addition to that, the entirety of whatever just happened was also overwhelming. "Let's.. just forget about today. The sky is already dark, you need to sleep."

"I.. Quinn. Do you really.. Not remember how we met..?" She whispered to herself, before forcing herself to smile. "Yeah, alright.. I've got a blanket in the back room, and a small mattress I got from that nearby store. It was a pain to drag, but better than sleeping on the floor, you can use it if you want, I think I'm not going to sleep for awhile."

"Don't deny yourself. To tell the truth, you look pretty drained. The wounded should come first so I want you to go sleep in there instead. I'm alright without a mattress. I've been sleeping on cold grounds just fine," he said, going on with a bit of his manners. He reached a hand towards her arm-- no, he can't do that.
Instead, he stood up. "Come on."

"..Quinn.." She wanted to test something. She reached for his arm, grabbing the spot from before. "..Does this hurt? Does this make you feel.. Any agonizing pain at all?" She asked, wording herself carefully. "Or.. Does it just sting?"

"It... just stings," he admitted. He looked at her in the eye with clouded gaze, "I'm not sure why.. But I'm a little amazed."

"...Well, this is odd.. Because you're the one stinging me." She muttered, looking confused. "Is.. Are you immune to the disease?" She asked, her eyes widening. "Are there more people like that other than me? Am I.. Am I not alone??"

"If that's what I really am," his clouded eyes were now replaced with new-found realization, "I think I am." It was all clear now. "I am immune to the disease." How could that be? His face lit up with hope, "Bree, this is big news!" His mind was darting to different answers, all quickly leaving down to one conclusion. "I'm not sure why I am this way but, this connects to something." The cure. Quinn was surely not the disease himself, but he was immune. If there were other people like him and her, then the possibility is given. There should be other people like him and her. He smiled, and shook his head to the girl's question. She was not alone.

Her eyes widened. She.. She wasn't alone. For the first time in ages, someone was.. Finally with her. Tears pricked her eyes, and she threw her arms around him, sobbing tightly. "F-Finally.. I'm finally not alone..!" She cried into his shirt, not even thinking about how weird it would be, ignoring the pain in her side, which actually really hurt considering how she turned her body.

He could sense Bree's hopefulness resonating with his while the girl wrapped her arms around him. "E-easy!" Startled, knowing that she was still half-naked, he interrupted, "you should.. change." His cheeks pinked as her breasts pressed against his chest. Is this normal for her...? Still, the boy forcefully softened his smile, having his hands hovered above her shoulders in a reassuring manner.
He was still startled about the tears for the most part, but frankly overall, he was happy for her anyway. The boy finally added, "And make sure you go to bed." His feet ached. He was getting really tired. "Please, okay?"

She frowned. "Get changed? Why? What-" Realization hit her. "O-Oh! I'm sorry, I guess people aren't used to being hugged by a half-naked girl.. Sorry." She rubbed the back of her head, and went over to her backpack, frowning slightly. "I know I stashed one in here.." She muttered. "Ahah!" She pulled out a small t-shirt. It didn't look like it would fit very well, but it'd cover the goods at least, until she could fix the gash in her turtleneck. She pulled it on, and yawned, looking over at him. "I.. I still think you should sleep first." She stated. "You look awful, no offense."