"Taurus?" I ask impatiently.

"What?" he answers back.

"I-I'm running away," I start "And I want you to come with me."

"Sagittarius-" he starts.

"We'll be fine on our own. Plus you're dying," I say as I point to the big gash in his thigh.

"And who do we have to thank for that?" he replies coldly.

"It was an accident! Look. If we leave, we can get you medical treatment! If we don't you're almost certain to die!" I say. Is he not getting this?

"I'm not leaving. Where would we go? To the woods? They're crawling with police! If you get caught you will die! Plus mom and dad wouldn't let me die, they care about us-"

"They cared about us so much they threw us in the basement!" I interrupt.

"And," he says ignoring me "we're better off here Sagittarius. I'm telling you it's not a good idea."

"Looks like the blood poisoning already got to your brain," I say as I walk away almost crying.

You know what happens next.