Lian came back from the grocery store, opening her door and flipping on the light-switch.
When she saw who was camping out on her couch, Lian dropped her backs, the eggs breaking, along with the milk and orange juice she had picked up.
"Damien?" He was just lying there on her couch, and from what she could tell, he was hurt pretty badly.
She should call Ollie or Connor. Dad was still out of town...but she didn't.
Lian went to the couch, gently putting her hand on Damien's forehead. He was burning up. She ran to her bathroom, getting the first aid kit that she kept, and some cold washcloths. She placed one gently on his forehead, and lifted up his shirt, and began to mop at the matted blood on his stomach.
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