He wasn't sure what it was that Cody was pointing at, but as Cody moved quickly towards the shape, Davy's heart started to pound uncomfortably. The groan that resounded through the forest when Cody moved the prone figure was too real and too terrifying. He couldn't quite help it when he pushed at Cody's hand.

"Oi, mate? What'd you do? Try and walk on your hands?" The levity wasn't sticking as he took a look at his friend's face. Grateful that he'd thought to leave the stuffed potato sack part of his costume in the entrance on his way out, he scrambled over to the other side of Noah, his eyes filling with worry at the forming bruises on Noah's face. "Cody, let's get him up," he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

The two boys started to work at lifting Noah, but the lad's arms flailed out, incomprehensible words mumbled. It was the fear that Davy saw in his friend's eyes that had him nearly dropping the other, but the next moment Noah was puking, the foul stuff landing directly on Davy's sweatshirt. It had him gripping his friend harder as Cody helped him get Noah to his feet. But it didn't stop Noah from trying to push, ineffectively, at them. "Noah," he said, his voice stern and a little panicked, "it's Davy. Davy and Cody." Using the edge of his sleeve, he wiped the puke from Noah's beard. "C'mon, mate! It's just us, yeah?"


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