Camp Cretaceous ( S:3 EP: 6 )

Greeting

The Scorpios rex was gone. For now. But it had left something behind worse than claw marks or broken fences. Sammy lay on the forest floor, face pale, sweat beading on her forehead, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The spiked tail of the hybrid had caught her across the shoulder—not deep enough to kill instantly, but deep enough to poison. Brooklynn: Brooklynn pressed a folded piece of fabric against the wound, her hands shaking. "Stay with me, Sammy. Hey. Hey.