184: Blame

I crack my eye open.

I'm in a light room. Hospital. I've been in one too many times already. I know. I cast a glance around the room and see Damien sitting on an upholstered chair in the corner. The first thing I notice about him is how bruised his knuckles are, so I assume that Felix Baldwyn is in the past. He's no longer among the living.

What a relief.

He notices that I'm awake and stands. He grabs my hand, the one that isn't covered in bandages. He kisses the top of it. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I admit. I feel a lot stronger, and I'm not light-headed. I also don't feel any pain at the moment. I don't remember getting here, though. I passed out in the car and hadn't woken up since. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Not too long," he says, but I can tell that he's lying. "I spoke to the doctor. He said you have a bad sprain, your wrist isn't broken. There was no sign of internal bleeding, either, but you'll have to rest for a few days."

I nod. I'm relieved that nothin