Flowers for Aly. I wonder who they're from.
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"Eddie, stop it. I'm fine." I drag my scratched-up leg away from his bloodied hands, tucking it under the large blanket along with the rest of my naked body. "You need more bandages. Those fuckers had silver on their shitty fangs. Combined with their venom, it must hurt like a bitch." Eddie is persistent, reaching for my leg once more.
The vehicle jostles over a pothole, sending Eddie flying into Henry's tired figure. I roll my eyes despite the pain, stifling a small smile as my thoughts turn to the rest of our travelling party. "When will it be safe enough to stop? I need to switch vans -- I haven't seen Reese or Hector. They could be hurt." The searing pain in my leg is making me sweat. I exhale deeply, quickening the gulps of oxygen.