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My thoughts were interrupted by Al’s harsh whispers from the inside.
“Spruce!” He sounded quite tense- like he’d messed up something.
Oh shit. Not again.
I hurried in. The Creator was still asleep, thank god, but Al looked like he’d seen a ghost. He was clutching his left arm, the syringe lying half-empty on the floor at his feet.
My hand automatically clapped over my mouth.
“Did you…”
“Yes. Now hurry.”
