Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

Chapter Eleven
In the little office, they sat silently for a few minutes, everyone eyeing the door,
waiting. It’s just another place to be trapped, Charlie thought.
“We have to get out of here,” Jessica said softly, echoing Charlie’s thoughts.
Suddenly Carlton made a small sound of distress. Spasmodically, he grabbed a
cardboard box, tipping it over to dump out some of the contents, and vomited into it. His
stomach was empty; he retched futilely, his guts clenching and seizing to no effect. At
last he sat back, gasping; his face was red, and there were tears in his eyes.
“Carlton? Are you okay?” John said, alarmed.
“Yeah, never better,” Carlton said as his breathing returned slowly to normal.
“You have a concussion,” Charlie said. “Look at me.” She knelt down in front
of him and looked at his eyes, trying to remember what the pupils were supposed to
look like if someone had a concussion. Carlton waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, oh ow!” He ground his teeth and ducked his head, clutching it as if
someone might try to take it away from him. “Sorry,” he said after a moment, still bent
over in pain. “I think it was all that running. I’ll be okay.”
“But—” Charlie started to protest, but he cut her off, straightening with a
visible effort.
“Charlie, it’s fine. Can you blame me for being a little out of sorts? What about
you?” He pointed at her arm, and she looked down, confused.
There was a small, bright red patch leaking through the bandage on her arm; the
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