After Ian had run back to the group with candles and matches in tow, the rest had decided that it was probably best if they just returned to their rooms and slept. They all needed sleep and it was better if they had it. So with a candle each they walked up the stairs to their respective rooms. Ty was almost through the door when he heard a yell. He turned and ran towards where he had heard the yell. He rounded the corner and saw Mitch surrounded by a small group of his friends, all with confused, panicked and scared looks. As Ty neared the door he could see a dark liquid dripping onto the carpet from the door. Holding his candle out to see what it was he could see a red tinge to the liquid. He stumbled back upon realizing the dark liquid was blood. Ty's heart beat faster, his breathing quickened and he felt nauseous as he took a step back. Husky grabbed his shoulder to steady him. Ty looked at his friend to see his face pale and drained.

It was decided that Mitch would sleep on the couch downstairs with Jerome. The two were like brothers, so it was normal for one to be concerned for the others' well-being. The others had decided to stay up a little longer in the living room, but, truth be told, they were all scared to go back up to their rooms and spend the night alone. Noticing how everyone had been so quick to spend the night together, Husky grabbed a bundle of duvets and blankets. He took them back to the living room and handed them out. He grabbed the candles and spread them out in the living room. They all spread out but were closer to some than others. Ty and Sky slipped under their respective blankets and shuffled over together. Sky looked over at Ty and saw that he was shivering. Sky grabbed a blanket from under his head and threw it over Ty, who stopped shivering and moved closer to Sky. Ty took an edge of the blanket and pulled it over Sky's body. And that's the way they fell asleep, curled up together under three blankets, sharing each others warmth.

"They're so cute."

"Quick, take a picture!"

"Got it! Should we wake them up?"

"No, let them wake up like this."

Ty groaned and moved closer the warm pillow he was snuggled against. He sighed as the pillow put its arm around his shoulders. 'Just a couple more minutes', he told himself as he pulled the blankets over himself more.

"It's nearly midday", Husky said, looking over at the small pile of blankets still laying on the living room floor.

"Maybe I should wake them up", he muttered to himself.

Husky walked over to the small pile, he looked at his friends still snuggled together. Ty curled up in Sky's arms. Sky pulled Ty closer as if he could sense someone was looking at the two. Husky smiled and took a blanket from the stack he had created. He opened it up and gently fluttered it over the two. He stood up and walked over to the stack to take them to the washing machine. After loading the washing into the machine, he grabbed some cleaning supplies and walked up the stairs to Mitch's room. He began to work on cleaning the blood off the door. He hummed as he worked and sang a little bit. He was alone, except for Sky and Ty downstairs. The others had gone supply shopping and had promised to be home by dark, as the shops took nearly an hour's journey to get to. They had left not over an hour ago, so Husky suspected they probably wouldn't be home before dark. He sighed as he picked up the buckets and proceeded to walk down the stairs to empty them out. He put everything away, hung out the washing and then grabbed himself a glass of cold water. Wandering up to his room he passed the now stained door. He would have to call the guys to get some more paint. To be honest, he did think the door needed a new coat, but Mitch would have made an excuse not to do it. He thought about it and eventually settled on the conclusion that all the doors needed a new coat. He grabbed his phone and texted the others as to what else they needed to get. He walked into his room and sat at his desk. The bills were starting to pile up again, so he began to sift through them and figure out what payments he needed to make.

Sky woke up around four o'clock in the afternoon. He yawned and tried to lift his hands to rub his eyes, but found that something heavy was laying on one of his arms. He looked down and pushed some of the blankets away to reveal a sleeping Ty. He smiled softly at the way Ty had shifted into his embrace more when he had moved. He gingerly moved some of Ty's hair out of his face and looked at his sleeping expression. It was so calm, but it took Sky back to when he thought Ty had died. The only difference now was that Ty was breathing and in his arms. Sky shifted and frowned. His arm was feeling numb and tingly; he didn't like it. So as all good best friends do, he pulled his arm out from under Ty so violently that it woke Ty up, sent him rolling across the floor and into the couch. Ty looked around and his eyes finally set on Sky, who was shaking his arm around to get the blood flowing again.

"What happened?", Ty asked, rubbing his head to relieve the slight sting of getting knocked into the couch.

'We were cuddling.' Sky thought.

"You were laying on my arm and it was going numb, so I threw you off", Sky replied out loud, laughing a little bit at the end.

"Oh, okay. Can I go back to sleep now?", Ty questioned.

"No", said a voice, "Now you two are up you can put the washed blankets away and put the others in the basket for me to do in the next load. After that, you can make yourselves something for a late lunch."

"Okay, we'll get onto that. Thanks, Husky", Ty said tiredly, as he got up and began walking to the kitchen to get some coffee.

"Just get it done before dinner. I'll be upstairs paying our bills, call me if you need me", Husky said as he walked out of the living room and up the stairs.

Sky got up and began to collect the blankets, his mind clouding over with thoughts of what he had woken up to today.

Ty walked back into the living room and sat a cup of coffee down on the table. As Sky walked out of the living room to the laundry. Ty sat down and began to sip the dark liquid, he felt himself perk up as the caffeine rushed to his brain. Sky walked back in as he sat his mug down. He grabbed the other cup and handed it to Sky. Sky thanked him and sat down, relaxing into the couch. He sighed as he drank from his mug and felt the liquid run down his throat, burning his tongue and warming his insides. They talked a little and wallowed in the comfortable silence.