After that night, his name was clear. You spent every single night with him, after that. You didn’t want him to be alone, go through night terrors or anything on his own. Lord knew Wayne loved him, but he didn’t know how to help.

You were seeing his first change of his bandages. You hadn’t seen all of his scars. There were some on his sides, his abdomen, torso, chest, shoulders, arms, legs, and even his face. His left cheek punctured. He hated it, and didn’t want you to see. But you did.