Chapter 11: Breach
They drove for twenty minutes before Trey pulled over. His hands were shaking on the wheel. Blood dripped from his nose onto his lap.
"I can't see straight," Trey said. His voice was weak. "Everything's blurry."
Jayce grabbed the wheel as the car drifted. "Pull into that lot. Over there."
They parked behind an abandoned gas station. Middle of nowhere. No lights except distant highway traffic. Trey leaned back in the seat. More blood ran from his nose. His ears too.
"This is bad," Trey whispered. "This is really bad."
Jayce pulled out the syringes. Two doses. Clear liquid. The cure their father had died protecting.
"We use them now," Jayce said. "Both of us."
"Dad said—"
"I don't care what he said. We're both taking them."
Jayce uncapped the first syringe. Press
