MABEL POV.
I returned back to his bedroom later in the night to check on him and he was fast asleep. I stood by the door , watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The harsh lines of his face had softened in sleep, making him look younger than he ever did when he was awake. I moved closer and pressed the back of my hand to his forehead.
He was still too warm.
I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully lifted the edge of the bandage. I was relieved to find that the wound no longer looked dead. The dark purple had faded, and the flesh around it was slowly knitting together, pink and alive instead of rotting. Whatever damage the obsidian had done, his body was finally starting to fight back.
I lowered the thermostat on the wall, then wet a clean cloth from the basin Victor had left
