He looked down at his b****y hands and clothes. “We"ll get you something clean to wear,” Alaric said, nodding to Bryan. “Do you want to try to get down to the showers?”
Damon shook his head. “No, just… later.” He gestured to the bucket of water, and Alaric brought it over, setting it on the floor beside the Shade. Damon pulled off his shirt before thrusting his hands into the already b****y water, then used his shirt to wipe his skin clean. He toed off his shoes and collapsed back onto the bed, his eyes already closed.
Alaric turned to Keisha and her son, who were cleaning up used supplies. “How are they?”
“They should live,” Keisha said, with a nod toward Damon. “But only because he was here.” She handed her son a pile of bloodied bandages. “Go on and burn these, no sense attracting an
