Blake had healed in no time, he had more injured pride than anything. But Carl still had not woken up. It had been three days. The armchair by his bed wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and Violet had been developing a pretty serious cramp in the neck.
Carl had transformed back into human form sometime during the first night, but part of her wished he hadn't. He looked so vulnerable lying there, his eyelashes dark against his pale cheeks. Violet had wanted to help him, and it had ended like this. The others thought he would be fine, that he just needed rest for his healing abilities to do their work, but Violet was getting worried. Carl was so still that she had to keep watching carefully to be sure his chest was still rising and falling.
"You know, you cannot call me the creep
