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I sat in the back of Steve's car uncomfortably squished between Lucas and Max. Steve had the radio playing, which wasn't exactly helping with my migraine.
We pulled into the trailer park where Max lives, and stop in front of her house. "This better be fast, Mayfield." Steve tells her. "Twenty seconds." She said as she climbed out of the car. "See if you could find me some Advil, would you?" I ask. "Sure." Max says before slamming the door.
Steve watches Max run up to her house, then turns to Dustin. "That things got batteries in it, right?" He asks, nodding to the walkie. Dustin sighs. "I'm not even answering that question." He replies disappointedly. Steve looks confused.
"Yes, it has batteries!" Dustin exclaims. "Yeah, I got it!" Steve said. It goes quiet for a moment, and then Steve speaks up again. "Jesus it's hot in here. Okay, everyone out of the car." Steve said. "What? Why?" I say. "Because I don't need or want to rush any child with heatstroke to the hospital." Steve replied.
Huh. My brother was using his brain for once.
With that, we all got out of the car, and stood around waiting for Max. It wasn't taking 20 seconds, that was for sure.
It took a bit, but I spotted Max rushing towards the car from the back of her house. I frowned. Something was wrong. She looked scared and was gasping for air.
"Hey, that was longer than twenty seconds." Steve pointed out, before frowning. "Hey, hey. Woah, woah, woah you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just drive." Max replied coldly, getting into the car. We all got in too. "Did something happen?" Dustin asked, concerned. "Can we please just go?" Max asked.
Steve started up the car and we pulled away. Max opened up her bag and handed me a water bottle and bottle of Advil. "You can keep them." She mutters. "Thanks." I opened the container and popped a pill into my mouth, then chugged it down with the water.
I frowned. It felt like my nose was running. I reached up and wiped my nose. When I looked at my finger, there was blood on it. "Aw, fuck!" I say. Steve looks in the mirror. "What's up? Oh." My nose was bleeding, not heavily, but enough that I needed to clean up.
"Dustin, go into the glove compartment and grab Y/N some tissues." Steve directs. Dustin does, and hands them over to me. "Thank you." I say. "No problem, my love." He smiles sweetly, kissing my hand as I take them. I giggle, and Lucas rolls his eyes. Max doesn't pay attention.
I hold the tissue to my nose, dabbing up the blood. I can't help but sigh. "First a migraine and now this." I mutter.
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