Trish was waiting at the bottom of the stairs so she didn’t chance waking Serena. She was bouncing on her feet. 

The shadows were moving around and circling Serena as her wounds slowly started to heal. It seemed to only work on the wounds that weren’t being touched by the light of the lamp by the bed. 

John sat down and held his face for a moment, putting his glasses in his pocket. “It’s hard to slow down sometimes…I get catch up you know?”