Triple C Brigade
Callum frowned at Catherine's sudden halt in her steps forward-- but honestly, what he wasn't prepared for was seeing her knocked backward, right off her feet. If he were actually Shaggy, the cartoon, his jaw would have hit the floor.
"Jesus," he hurried closer, but was afraid to get to close-- only because Catherine had told him he couldn't touch her, even if she fell. And that drove him crazy. Especially seeing her in the state that she was in, shouting no and stop at whatever forces were bothering her. They needed to get out of there. He didn't care what anyone said. They needed to fucking run!
His brows furrowed as he watched Catherine go from shouting to crying. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all, and he didn't know how much more he could stand! It was bad enough that he couldn't really see any of the spirits. He could smell something-- but it wasn't as strong to him. All he could see was Catherine being tortured!
When Caleb ran to stand over Catherine, Callum hurried to join them. Kneeling down as best as he could with his knee bothering him the way that it was, he looked from the hell beast to Catherine, shaking his head, "Cat. Catherine! We have to go! We have to get out of here." Blood was running from her nose, she was holding at her eyes and her head, she was very obviously in excruciating pain. She wouldn't be able to get herself out of there. Not at that rate.
Callum knew he wasn't supposed to touch her-- but they had to get her out of there, and touching her so that he could drag or carry her away from the plantation was something that he was willing to risk, dammit!
"Move, and fucking help me," he growled frustratedly at Caleb, and reached for Catherine's wrist.