This was beyond the worst thing Colt had ever done in his life. He hoped he would never have to do anything remotely as bad again. Pulling Corey off the implements that impaled her, coaxing her to drink the location made from her sister's blood. The worst by far had been the sounds of her screams, the way she writhed in pain. It all tore at his heart. He had no doubt it would play on repeat for days in his dreams. It was all he could to stay strong as he let her head settle in his lap. the magic was working, the mix Logan had made was seeming to work. She looked like she might be out of the immediate danger but not all danger. Colt's eyes only left Corey's face for a second as Logan spoke.
Logan was fretting over her sister, so worried over her well being that she barely noticed the fact that her hand was still bleeding. She looked up when Brea moved next to her, her blue eyes desperate with worry. She let herself lean into him when he started to mutter. "thanks," she said after her hand sealed itself up. She knew somewhere in her foggy head that it was important that she not lose any more blood. The blonde jumped slightly as she heard her sister speak. Speaking was good right?! Like really good! She looked to Brea to confirm her unspoken thought. Instead, her boyfriend scooped her up into his arms. It finally felt like they had reached the end when she watched the way colt carefully lifted Corey. They were all going to make it!
The quartet made it to the car with no other incidences. Colt didn't hesitate to slide into the back seat with Corey. He made sure she was resting comfortably with her head on his lap as Brea deposited Logan in the front seat. it was only when Brea was in the driver's seat that Logan saw the black van.
"Brea, that's them!" she told him the terror in her voice obvious as she urged Brea to drive faster.