Edmon bundled me into his car and said he would send someone to pick me up. I tried to argue about going to the hospital, but I really needed a doctor. Jean's attacks had hurt me badly, and my supernatural regeneration wouldn't be enough. He didn't look much different; in the distance, while I was still waiting for Edmon, I could see him being helped too. I hoped that at least we weren't going to the same hospital because the chance of a second fight was high.
“What are you doing?” I asked Edmon while he waited for the light to turn green. You don't have to tell my family; everything's fine,” I said, although ‘fine’ wasn't exactly the right word to describe the situation.
“Someone else is probably already doing this for Jean,” he said, putting down his cell phone and starting the car sin
