Stephan’s pov
Sam was driving as we quickly made our way down the road. I sat in the back seat with Tony, he was in really bad shape. I put my hand on his throat and his pulse was there but it was still weak. Uneasiness slowly washed over me. I knew this wasn’t good, they used too much.
“When we get back I need you to run in and grab the guys and get the table cleared off so we can look him over.” I told him while looking at him in the mirror. “In my room is a black bag that says Angel on it. I need it.”
He nodded his head, it was a few minutes later that we pulled in front of the house we were staying in. Sam jumped out and bolted to the door. I lifted his head and pushed the door open. I climbed out, “you know I am fine, right?” Tony said in a hoarse voice.
I looked at him as he t
