Davy woke up that morning to a sharp pain in his neck. Hissing and feeling his sore shoulders tense, he sat up, keeping his eyes closed.

"Sorry," a voice said. "This'll only sting for a minute."

Davy frowned and blinked a few times, seeing someone he never thought he'd see again, sitting on the bed with him.

"Elaine," he said, his voice only a hoarse whisper. "Hi."

She smiled and laughed slightly, pushing him back down to a lying position.

"Hello to you, too," she said, pushing the cloth in her hand back against the cuts on Davy's neck. Elaine was a few years older than him and was a volunteer nurse who, somehow kept running into Davy, began to act as an older sister to him. It also came in handy on days like this and both knew that fact. They had crossed paths so many times that Elaine turned the guest bedroom at her place into Davy's room, giving him several pairs of clothes there on the chance he'd end up there again. He always seemed to end up back there. And though it had been quite awhile, he was back here again.

Davy closed his eyes and felt as the cloth ran over his neck, trying his best to stay still as he never could quite get used to the painful stinging. Eventually, the cloth was pulled away and a bandage was wrapped around the area and Davy attempted to sit up, only to be pushed down again.

"David," Elaine sighed. "You need to rest."

"Hmm," Davy rolled over onto his side as more bandages were placed on his neck. "I need to go home…"

She let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"You need to rest," she insisted as Davy began to drift off to sleep. He was exhausted, far more than he wanted to admit he was.

"I-I need to…" he started, interrupted with a yawn. He let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes, finding himself beginning to drift off.

"Just rest," Elaine said softly, rubbing his back. "It's okay."

It wasn't okay, he knew that. And chances were that she knew it too.

"I-I have roommates now…" he whispered with a cough. "Th-they're probably worried…"

Elaine frowned but nodded slowly.

"Just tell them," she explained, continuing to rub his shoulders and back, able to feel the deep cuts from under his shirt.

Davy thought about it for a moment, several times he caught himself almost telling the others about everything, but never could, frightened by what they'd say. He had only lived with them for a few months at this point and they seemed fine enough, but that didn't stop him from worrying. They'd kick him out, for sure, and he'd be alone.

"If anything happens," Elaine continued, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking. "You'd always have a home here, David."

Davy nodded slightly and let out a sigh. As much as he wanted to believe it, he couldn't possibly understand why she'd be telling the truth.

"Thanks…" he muttered, not wanting to think of it anymore. Elaine nodded and sat up, pulling the covers over the Brit as he pretended to sleep. She carefully made her way out of the room and once Davy could hear her footsteps down the hall, he broke down. He hardly ever cried but he just couldn't keep it in anymore. It was the combination of all the stress building over the last year and now that Davy had a home and friends he felt close to, the guilt also began to really set in.

What were they going to say? What would they do? How would they feel if they found out their friend was a monster?