One week later …
I pulled my car up to the driveway of Dad’s house and parked it in front of the garage.
“All right,” I said, looking at the passenger’s seat, “we’re home. Ready to be back?”
Dad sat in the passenger’s seat next to me, wearing a simple white t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes, rather than the hospital gown he had spent the last week or so wearing. He looked a lot better than he had a week ago, though he was paler and skinnier than before the vampire attack due to having spent so much time lying in bed. Still, the doctor had told me that he would recover just fine and that he just needed to focus on catching up on his sleep for the next week or so. Of course, Dad told me that he knew a few healing spells that would speed up the healing process considerably faster, so I figu
