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"
Chuck
...
,
"
Thomas
said
,
this
time
a
whisper
.
There
had
to
be
something
they
could
do
.
They
could
save
him
.
They
--
The
boy
stopped
convulsing
,
stilled
.
His
eyes
slid
back
into
normal
position
,
focused
on
Thomas
,
clinging
to
life
.
"
Thom
...
mas
.
"
It
was
one
word
,
barely
there
.
"
Hang
on
,
Chuck
,
"
Thomas
said
.
"
Do
n't
die
--
fight
it
.
Someone
get
help
!
"
Nobody
moved
,
and
deep
inside
,
Thomas
knew
why
.
Nothing
could
help
now
.
It
was
over
.
Black
spots
swam
before
Thomas
's
eyes
;
the
room
tilted
and
swayed
.
No
,
he
thought
.
Not
Chuck
.
Not
Chuck
.
Anyone
but
Chuck
.
"
Thomas
,
"
Chuck
whispered
.
"
Find
...
my
mom
.
"
A
racking
cough
burst
from
his
lungs
,
throwing
a
spray
of
blood
.
"
Tell
her
...
"
He
did
n't
finish
.
His
eyes
closed
,
his
body
went
limp
.
One
last
breath
wheezed
from
his
mouth
.
Thomas
stared
at
him
,
stared
at
his
friend
's
lifeless
body
.
Something
happened
within
Thomas
.
It
started
deep
down
in
his
chest
,
a
seed
of
rage
.
Of
revenge
.
Of
hate
.
Something
dark
and
terrible
.
And
then
it
exploded
,
bursting
through
his
lungs
,
through
his
neck
,
through
his
arms
and
legs
.
Through
his
mind
.
He
let
go
of
Chuck
,
stood
up
,
trembling
,
turned
to
face
their
new
visitors
.
