I searched for an hour to no avail. I’m full of panic and I can’t breathe again. I wish I could be stronger. I wish I could stop the panic attacks, and be strong. I can’t. I’m too weak. When Theo dies, it will be my fault. All my fault because I’m so weak that I can’t even breathe by myself.
I see Quinn coming out of a building with Theo slumped on him as he tries to carry him. Quinn is injured and I don’t even know if Theo is alive. I run over as quickly as I can and put Theo’s other arm around my shoulders so I can take some of his weight. ‘We just need to get back to the warehouse. There’s a safe house underneath. He’s freezing. We need to warm him up.’ Quinn says, but I’m worried. They are both covered in blood. I don’t if it’s theirs or someone else’s.
When we get to the warehouse,
