By the next morning, things began to feel almost normal, but somehow there was still a stranger who could be in danger lying unconsciously on our kitchen floor.
We had moved the stranger to the small guest room off the hallway last night, but this morning Lena had insisted on bringing him to the kitchen so she could keep a closer eye on him while she worked. He was laid on the far end of the kitchen floor, not a bare floor, obviously. We laid some blankets on the floor before placing him there. He was still looking pale like yesterday. The only difference was he was covered in blood like yesterday. His eyes were closed, breathing slow and shallow.
We were halfway through breakfast when I noticed his eyelids flutter.
“He’s waking up,” I said quietly.
Everyone present stopped whatever t
