-Three Days Later-
"Any news on Tobias?" Carter asked me. We had just seated ourselves at the kitchen table for lunch. Skipping breakfast this morning was probably the worst decision ever. I was hungry to say the least.
I shook my head slowly, "None yet."
"Has anyone else gotten his whereabouts?"
Everyone else shook their heads at Carter's question.
He sighed heavily and started to eat. Liam, sitting beside him, gently patted his shoulder. "We're going to find him Carter."
Carter dropped his fork and looked over at Liam, "I know," he sighed, "I know I'm just trying to find him quickly."
"I really don't like you sitting in Carla's seat, can you grab a chair from the garage," Hannah asked Rachel, the blonde girl, who was sitting in Carla's seat.
"I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me to sit here," Rachel said as she stood up and pushed the chair in. She walked into another room.
"She could've sat there," Carter said quietly.
"Carla is not dead, can we stop acting like she is," Hannah growled, "y'all need to stop acting like you're the only ones who love her. Now I haven't known her as long as you guys have but I still care about her and her well being."
Carter sighed, "When did you become the voice of reason?" He shook his head and smiled.
"This is Carla we're talking about, I mean, nothing can kill that girl," Hannah laughed.
Joey, the doctor, came walking down the stairs.
"You might've just jinxed her," Liam whispered to Hannah. Hannah looked extremely worried at me and then jerked her head back to Joey. He had blood up to his elbows and his whole front part of his doctor's uniform was covered in blood.
Carter stood up.
"Is she okay?" Carter managed to squeak out. His voice shook.
Joey looked at the floor, then the staircase, and then finally back to Carter.
"She is conscious for the most part," Joey answered.
"But is she okay?"
"Carla is bleeding a lot," Joey answered, "I'd suggest talking to her before it's not possible."
Carter's tears hit the floor like bullets. He raced up the stairs before any of us even stood up.
Nathan looked over at me with a face of grief.
I didn't even try to hold back tears.
"Daisy," Hannah asked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I have an idea and we need you for it."
I nodded my head, "Yeah anything as long as it doesn't kill me."
Carter's POV
I didn't even bother knocking on Carla's door, I just shoved it open. Blood soaked everything. Her bed, her clothes, the floor. Her eyes were barely open, her burn wounds were still very much so burnt. Her body wasn't healing the way it used to.
"Carla?" I softly asked as I noticed her staring at me. She lay motionless with only her eyes looking at me. They were almost lifeless and my heart instantly dropped. Was I about to lose my best friend.
"How are you feeling?" I gently asked as I slowly approached her blood soaked bed.
"Absolutely perfect, that's why I'm covered in blood," she slowly answered.
"Come on Carla."
"My eyebrows don't hurt," Carla whispered jokingly.
"Carla-"
"Carter I'm dying, just let me be me," she whispered.
"You're not going to die," I insisted, "You're Carla-"
"Carla isn't Jesus," Carla painfully growled. I could tell the amount of pain she was in just from the way she talked through her teeth. "I am not Jesus, I'm not God. I can die Carter. Everyone can die."
"Carla you are stronger than whatever this is," I insisted as a tear ran down my face. I wasn't afraid to cry, especially not around her.
"I'm afraid this is one battle I can't fix with powers," Carla whispered weakly as she gave me a pained and forced smile.
"What am I going to do without you Carla? I can't run this place without you next to me," I cried.
"Carter, pretend I am not here, go find Tobias. And when you find him i want you to bring him in here."
"He has almost killed you! You expect me to let him come in here and finish the job?"
"Carter, I'm not going to die, just go get Tobias okay?"
I walked to the door and turned to look at her. She was sitting up with her fingers on her temples.
"Carla?"
"Carter, he's running." Her head shot up, "Run Carter."
I stood frozen as I looked at her. Her eyes were almost glowing red. Was it blood? Or was the enemy within our own friend group once more?
"Until the end," Carla whispered, "When we meet again."
I ran out as soon as she finished.
Why were her eyes red?