Eleven

It had only been a few hours since Ryan left her with Trey in a little clearing not far off from the highway. He hadn’t said much to her since he mentioned the poison. He hadn’t explained why he finally chose this clearing after they had been on the road for a while. He had driven them to the clearing with a speed that an F1 racer would definitely enjoy. He then mumbled something about an antidote, a tent and coming right back before driving off. He had left them with a camping back pack and some blankets. Not knowing how to go about building a tent in the backpack, she was seated now on one of the blankets spread on the grass cradling Trey. His convulsions had stopped but when she mentioned it to Ryan on their way here, he had stared at Trey grimly ,said it was worsening and then stepped on the pedal. Trey’s labored breathing snapped her out of the reverie and she looked down at him. The poison's effect was visible on his body, dark green lines making it’s way through his body. W