“What was it?” Meg asked sharp, forcing Cas to look at her by grabbing his shoulders. “What did Heather give you? If it’s something dangerous…You know medicine can kill you, don’t you? If Ты take too much of it”
Cas freed himself and turned around. “Yes, I know that. I am not stupid” he snapped, while he rubbed his fingers. “I don’t know what Heather gave me. All I know is that the pain is gone and isn’t that exactly what we wanted?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave the кухня when Cas gripped her arm.
“No, wait” he сказал(-а) quickly. “There was a syringe. She injected me with something”
“With what?” Meg asked, getting angry now. She hated Cas for being so secretive to her.
“I don’t know!” Cas exclaimed. He hated Meg for not believing him. Right after that he grabbed his head and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Meg frowned.
“The pain. It’s back” Cas explained moaning. He looked up at Meg. “You have to call Heather and tell her to come as soon as possible”
Meg stared at Cas for a full minute, then slowly shook her head. “No” she replied softly and she staggered backwards. “I am not calling Heather. Not until I know what the hell she gave you” she ended, sounding a little terrified.
“What?” Cas said. “You can’t do this. I’m dying here. Ты have to call her”
Meg shook her head again, heavy this time. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her кошелек and keys on her way to the front door and rushed outside.
Cas tried to open the door, but found it locked. “Meg! Open the door! Open the door now!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out of here! Meg, when Ты come back, I swear I will kill you!” he yelled, as he kept banging the door.
Cas freed himself and turned around. “Yes, I know that. I am not stupid” he snapped, while he rubbed his fingers. “I don’t know what Heather gave me. All I know is that the pain is gone and isn’t that exactly what we wanted?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave the кухня when Cas gripped her arm.
“No, wait” he сказал(-а) quickly. “There was a syringe. She injected me with something”
“With what?” Meg asked, getting angry now. She hated Cas for being so secretive to her.
“I don’t know!” Cas exclaimed. He hated Meg for not believing him. Right after that he grabbed his head and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Meg frowned.
“The pain. It’s back” Cas explained moaning. He looked up at Meg. “You have to call Heather and tell her to come as soon as possible”
Meg stared at Cas for a full minute, then slowly shook her head. “No” she replied softly and she staggered backwards. “I am not calling Heather. Not until I know what the hell she gave you” she ended, sounding a little terrified.
“What?” Cas said. “You can’t do this. I’m dying here. Ты have to call her”
Meg shook her head again, heavy this time. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her кошелек and keys on her way to the front door and rushed outside.
Cas tried to open the door, but found it locked. “Meg! Open the door! Open the door now!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out of here! Meg, when Ты come back, I swear I will kill you!” he yelled, as he kept banging the door.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the день and Tyler was still tied onto that chair.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t Ты just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let Ты go” Klaus said. “Not before Ты had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now Ты won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus сказал(-а) as he untied Tyler.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t Ты just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let Ты go” Klaus said. “Not before Ты had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now Ты won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus сказал(-а) as he untied Tyler.
