Damien's POV
I was in the bathroom trying to wash off all the blood stains coating my body like a second skin. I stank like death, like rot, like everything we'd crawled through to survive. The image staring back at me from the mirror was a horror I never wished to see again. My face was barely recognisable beneath the crusted blood and dirt, the cut above my eyebrow still seeping, bruises already blooming across my jaw in shades of purple and black.
I grabbed a paper towel first, dampening it under the faucet and carefully cleaning the wound on my head. The water ran red, swirling down the drain like evidence being washed away. Then I reached for the cotton wool and rubbing alcohol, steeling myself for the burn.
"Please, let me help you with that." Maddy's voice came from the doorway,
