Wheelie gently carries Daniel back to his room and lays him out on his bed. He hasn't told anyone what happened yet, half because he feels guilty for not acting sooner and half because Cureall did say she didn't want help, right?
He sits on the bed next to his friend, watching him breathe. "I told you this was way too far," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from his face, "but you never listened to this car."
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