I stepped back as she edged closer, my hands brushing over supplies before they clattered to the floor. When I look beside me, Mark was already gone.
Where the hell was he going…?
"Adrian, honey…please…I need it…"
I looked to her. She was getting closer, her limbs shaking, an almost painful look on her face. Her eyes were red, veins spiderwebbing through the whites, molten orange painfully surrounding it.
"Everything's gonna be okay, alright? You don't need that…I swear you don't."
She wasn't listening.
I hesitantly moved to the side, my back brushing against the table as more things fell to the floor.
She frowned at that, her face contorting into something I couldn't recognize.
"Where are you going…?"
"Huh—? I'm going to look for something to help you. Something that isn't amber. I wanna help—.."
"BULLSHIT!!" She screamed.
I frowned, confused.
"What in God's name is going on down there?"
A voice from above, Agnes. I looked up briefly, then back to Lila.
