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"Harper?" Quinn asked, standing up. Her father's watch dangled at her side, an audible ticking sound coming from it. She studied Harper quickly with her deep blue eyes. "It's you. . . it's really you."
Harper smiled. "Mhm. I'm here. I'm alive." She said softly.
"Right, right." Willow poured the hot cocoa into a cup and handed it to Chelsea, her thoughts scattered.
“Thank you!” Chelsea said excitedly, taking in the sweet aroma of the hot cocoa, “Scarlet is also hiding from the queen.”
Quinn pulled Harper into a tight hug. She hadn't seen both of her old friends since they were about ten years old. "Are you okay?"
"You don't know how bad this is." Willow sipped her cocoa, "My friend, Major, he was killed a few years back. I don't want that to happen to me."
“I don’t want that to happen to you either, where else am I going to get amazing hot cocoa?” Chelsea joked half-heartedly, “Willow, I have something to tell you. Are you willing to listen?”
Harper hugged her friend back. Then after a moment she pulled away. "Of course I'm—okay. I will be okay in a few days."
Quinn furrowed her brow in concern. "A few days? What happened?"
"I just………………………………….." She mumbled something unintelligible under her breath.
"Harper. . . what happened?"
"I just got caught by some guards. No big deal."
Quinn raised a brow at that.
"Guards?" She asked. Quinn, Harper and Scarlet would get 'caught' by guards when they were younger. Only when they were pretending that Scarlet was a queen and that Quinn and Harper were knights coming to take the throne. Her tone hinted at something else.
Harper cringed as pain shot up her arm again. "Kay maybe it was kind of bad." She admitted.
Quinn glanced down at Harper's arm. "What happened here. . .?" She motioned to the spot where it seemed to be hurting.
"Wwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll"
She gave her a questioning look.
"Hehehe………………………funny story." Harper said weakly. Quinn had always been the mom friend and was really overprotective and always worried.
"Funny story. . . how funny?" Quinn asked, a small smile playing on her lips. She was happy to be back with her old childhood friend.
"Not really……………………………." Harper's voice shrunk. "I kind of………………………..got shot………………………………"
"Shot?" Quinn stepped towards her and slowly tugged her sleeve up. Blood was already seeping through the fabric and the skin around the bullet was bruised and swollen. "Ah. . . that does not look good." She frowned, glancing at Matt and Scarlet.
Harper winced. "Oww……………." She said softly.
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