"Is someone hurt?"Jeanne asked, eyes wide with fear.
"Nick's uncle ate some poison berries."Libra responded.
"Can ya do anything for 'im, Lib?"
"Maybe, it depends on what kind of berry it was,"Libra muttered,"I'll need some first aid stuff. Epi pens, glycerine, and Tylennol."
"Well, we've got it."
Jeanne grabbed the items."Just take the stuff, you can pay me back later."
"Thanks, Jeanne."Libra stuffed everything into her saddlebags and the Victory roared as she flew down the road.The powerfull bike reached 56 miles per hour before she even left the parking lot, growling in protest as it sped off.
Chapter 20 End
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