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Kinsay didn't dare let go of Phoebe's hand. Not until they reached safety and maybe not even then. The whole way up to the safe room, Kinsay felt on edge. Like her heart was beating out of her chest. Like someone in a big hood was going to show up from around the corner. Like safety wasn't actually a promise.
Her eyes moved frantically from one end of the corridor to the other as they neared the room. It was only then, when Phoebe had let go of her hand, that Kinsay saw what everyone else saw - and much like Ivy, she burst into a steady stream of tears too. Hopeful tears. Hysteric tears. Relieved tears. Tears that she had been holding in for a long while.
She thought he was dead.
So, still with tears streaming down her face, she moved towards Moose, Noah, and Minjae. Rubbing at her face with her droopy sleeves, she looked up helplessly at the older boys before directing her attention to her friend. "Moose?" All her other thoughts were quiet as she reached for his lifeless hand. Please don't be dead. Please. Please. Please. "Professor?!" She turned, calling out (quietly) for help. "Help!" Please.
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