Vinny carries me to the bathroom and starts cleaning my injuries. All I can do is stare off into space. Vinny doesn't talk, he just works on cleaning and wrapping my arms and other injuries. I don't even wince or anything, I just remain still as a statue.
Finally, he breaks the silence.
"Y/n," he says softly. "How'd you manage to kill that thing? I mean, there's no way to kill it, as far as we knew. Evan threw it out a window, but it was fine."
I don't speak. I can't speak. I don't know if I can, even though I'm trying to. I just stare at my friend and he continues to work on me. Vinny doesn't say anything else, he just finishes his work and throws away all the bloody things.
"I'll, uh, go get you some more clothes. I'll be right back," he says.
Then he gets up and leaves the bathroom. I watch him go, but I can't call out after him. My voice is gone. Or at least I think it is and I need to get it back. If that's at all possible. I can't remember what happened.
I can't remember what happened with the Rake as Vinny said. I don't remember fighting it or killing it.
Vinny returns. He hands me a baggy black tee shirt and helps me get the shirt I'm wearing off. It's awkward, especially without talking, but he soon helps me fix it so it doesn't hurt me or pull on my bandages. He leans down and looks at me.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
I shake my head.
"Come here," he whispers gently.
Vinny wraps me in his arms carefully and hugs me. I then start crying, and he rubs my lower back.
"It's going to be okay, I promise."
I hope so ...
