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The sting of the dart could have been another insect bite, but when he stares at it in his hand all Nate can see is Charlie's face contorted in rage, hands locked around his throat. He looks towards Elena and Sully, imagines being used as the weapon to hurt them.
"Run...run away."
His vision blurs, one minute Sully is a safe distance and the next nearly touching him. Nate can't even tell if he is speaking out loud or only in his head.
"Stay away, stay far away from me."
They won't listen, they're trying to help. Nate runs.