“Stay still!” Hedda sighed as Seuss jumped to his feet and kicked the stool by his bed, sending it flying across the room. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth, his face twisted in rage. She had peeled the remains of his shirt from his back, but the burned skin got aggravated at the simplest touch. Healing the damage barely made a difference, especially with Larson’s darkness still lingering on their bodies. She was forced to treat him with some silly human medications Erika brought, insisting that otherwise the damage on his body would only get worse and her precious Damien could even die. Hedda had chased her out of the room, despite Erika’s insistence that she was used to treating Damien, but decided that not treating him could make things worse. They didn’t have the time to
