-Vaughn's P. O. V.-
'The Crescent Moon is yours, son. Take care of your mother and siblings. I'm proud of the man you've become.'
What a weird f*****g dream. I rarely dream about Dad's voice in my head, more like Johanna's smoking body on top, under or next to me. What can I say, I'm a pretty predictable guy.
I opened my eyes into the blinding flash of white light and some f*****g tube dangling down my throat. Alright, I think I'll need someone to catch me up on things, because the last thing I remember is…. Oooooch, right! The attack!
I looked around and since I'm pretty sure I'm in a hospital bed I think it didn't go too well. But I'm alive, so let's call it a tie.
I tried to lift myself but the piercing pain in my chest made me groan, or at least try to grone because of the damn
