Willow positions Chris into a somewhat comfy spot. She founds a stable abandon house. Its location is close to the bridge. When he looks out the window, he has a perfect view of the Golden Gate Bridge. They've been quite the whole journey to this spot.

Willow somehow found a pillow in the mess. She places it behind his head. She finally said something. "You hold in up okay? How bad is the pain?"

Chris didn't know why he lied. He whispers, "five."

Willow wrinkles her nose. "Lair."

He whispers again. "Sorry."

He follows with coughing right after. The coughs got worse. His hand holds over his mouth. Those eyes squeeze shut throughout his attack. Then he starts to gag from the fit. After a minute, he stops, but doesn't remove his hand.

"What's wrong, Chris?" She stares in concern. Her brown eyes focus on his hand. "It's okay. Let me see."

Chris hesitantly pulls his hand away. Blood covers his palm, and slipping between his fingers. Chris is shocked by how much there was. He shifts his gaze to his best friend. She looks as modified as Chris felt.

Willow takes his hand. Using an old blanket, she removes most of it. Then she lays it out to dry. She went back to Chris with her backpack. First thing out of the bag is a thermos. She tilts his head a little. The water went past his lips. He spits out the now red water to his right side. She gives him another sip.

After the water was put away, Willow holds up a tinfoil wrap. Chris knew it's the last of their food. It's part of a cooked animal. His mind is too damaged to remember what animal. She holds it out ready to feed him, but Chris shakes his head.

Willow is obviously pissed. Her nose wrinkles up from anger. "You will lose this argument."
Chris knew this. In defeat, he starts to eat from her hand. A part of him feels ridiculous. It's not like he has the strength to complain.

After he finished the food, they sat in silence. Willow cleans up the area. The stain blanket is the only one she found. It will have to do. She drapes it over him. She tries a wary smile on him.
Chris manages a whole sentence. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Willow's smile vanishes. "I won't allow it."

The mention of his name makes his eyes open. Chris wakes, and remembers he is at the manor. He is curious who woke him up. Wyatt is still asleep in his arms. Chris is conscious as he sat up. He hears a guy clear his throat. Chris's head turns to it. Leo is there. The Elder is sitting on the nearest chair. Chris sighs. It has to be Leo.

Chris asks. "What are you doing?"

"I came to see Wyatt."

"You knew I was here."

"Well I don't trust you. I don't know why you're here alone with him. I just can't trust you with my son."

Wyatt shuffles in Chris's hold. The noise of them talking is disturbing him.

Chris holds up a finger to his lips, shushing Leo. He quickly says. "I'll take him to his room."

"I'll come with you."

Chris stands up, and heads up the stairs. He's sure Leo's breathing on his neck. Once in Wyatt's room, Chris gentle lies the baby in his crib. Little Wyatt didn't much fuss when he let go. Even Chris gave a real smile. When he turns around, Leo is staring at him. He could read his expression. The best guess Chris had is annoyance mixed in with confusion. He just shrugs his shoulders before leaving the bedroom. Leo follows soon after him.

"Where are you going?" Leo grabs Chris's upper arm.

Chris jerks out of his hold. "To the attic."

"Why?"

"I'm hoping there is a spell to make YOU leave me alone."

Leo scoffs for his reply. He watches the young man walk away up the stairs. He looks back at his son's bedroom before going up the stairs too. Once he made it to the door of the attic, he sees Chris hovering over the book. Leo glance over the young man's shoulder. The page he see is about some mole type of demon. Leo tries to read the rest, but Chris finally straighten up his stance. It startled Leo as he quickly steps back. Leo sees a hateful glare from this brat.

"Is there something you want?"

Leo cross his arms. "What are you doing with that demon?"

Chris pulled out a pen and wrote something on his hand. "First, I have to track down the demon. Then the rest is none of your business." He set the pen down. "Now that you are here. I will be going."

"Wait..."

Chris ords away as fast as he can.