“It was one of the reasons,” Tattletale started, “Skitter-”
“Shut up!” The words were a screech as they came out of Amy’s mouth.
Seriously, Lisa, I think you’re better off just listening to her. Maybe you can ask Taylor to ask Amy whatever it was, when Amy isn’t paying attention to the two of you.
Tattletale turned a hundred and eighty degrees, so her back was to Amy, and looked in the direction of Grue and I. “I’m done. No point, fuck it. I’m going to try calling the others again while you handle this.”
I like this trait of Lisa’s, the consistent indignation when people refuse to listen to her.
There were a few long seconds of tension as we all stood there, Tattletale a short distance away, phone to her ear.
I decided to break the silence. “How are your fingers? You’re using your power to keep the bleeding down?”
She ca– oh, right, the microbe thing.
Amy glanced at her hand, and a dark look crossed her face. “Yeah.”
Didn’t want them to figure that out, did you?
“I’ve got bandages, if you want them. Only the most basic first aid supplies, but maybe they’ll help?”
“Okay.”
Thank you, Amy, for not refusing the help. You’re not in a position to be doing that kind of thing right now, and they did save your life at their own risk, regardless of why they did it.
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