"Where's my mum?" Barton asked as they dragged him through the kitchen tiles, his feet scraping against it.
"She's at the venue with the others. W...What happened to him?"
"I'll explain later. Let's carry him off to his room."
After some excruciatingly long time carrying him up the stairs, making sure no one on the guest floor noticed them, they finally took him inside Naomi's room and dropped him on the bed.
Naomi turned to lock the door and on returning to her bed, she almost fell back.
Barton had lifted Daniel's shirt up and pulled it off his head.
There on his stomach was a large sizzling flesh turning black. She could see his veins and arteries slowly exposing themselves as his flesh sizzled from whatever had hit him.
She subconsciously held her stomach and staggered back.
"Did you…feel it too?" He asked, bewildered.
Slowly, Naomi sat on the bed just next to Daniel.
