(No. Blair Witch
. As in, scariest Halloween movie ever. I only fell asleep last night because I had melatonin, and only got out of bed because I started thinking about... it....
*hides under blankets*)
I thought for a moment, using Monica's mind to retrace her steps. I searched and found Dexter stumbling around through a jam packed crowd. I grabbed Monica's hand, "C'mon, we need to go get him before he gets hurt anymore. In the parade rush, he's bound to get trampled. Hurry!" I dragged her off, shoving through the crowd as gently as I could.
We found Dexter sitting on a railing, gasping in pain whenever people would brush into him. We were in a very public place, so I gently pulled him off to a deserted side route before I started the questions. "Ribs?" I asked.
He nodded, "Its okay, Lid, I just need-" He gasped as he tried to shake his head at me.
I frowned. "Yup, ribs. Are they really shattered or just fractured? It'd take a lot more force than an attempting-to-be-gentle Monica would have to shatter them..." I mumbled to myself as I gently felt along Dexter's rib cage, noting whenever he twinged in pain.