Brisa grabbed under one of Misty’s arms and helped Jenna pull her over to the couch. “I’ve never seen her act like this before.” She said. “I mean, we’ve all seen her angry,” she added ruefully, “but never like this.”
"Neither have I." Jenna said, shaking her head. She rolled Misty on her side and draped a blanket over her. She looked around at everyone. "You all are hurt. You need to see a doctor. Being kidnapped and attacked will often give people post traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD. You should be evaluated by a psychologist trained in that area." Jenna said.
"Got it!" Toby said excitedly when he successfully opened the case. He pulled out the guns and bullets, and loaded them into his backpack. He turned around and crashed into Jessi, who had been walking behind it. "'Scuze me, gotta go." He said, running downstairs.
"Where are you going? Stop!" She yelled at him. He stopped when he got to the kitchen and turned around. "Fine. I'm going to get the poison, no matter how long or how dangerous it is. I'm going to find a way to destroy it, probably involve throwing it into space." He said glaring at her.
"I will not let you do that! You are going to die!" Jessi yelled at him, standing in front of him.
"No I won't, I will be perfectly fine! The only person that will get hurt is you if you don't get out of my way." He snarled.
"Oh no, I'm so scared. What do you plan to do? You won't be able to beat me in a fight, you never have been."
Toby growled. He was frustrated, and he needed to do something, anything.