A golden glow of morning light flooded the basement when I opened my eyes. Amy and Trisha were there, crouching down by my side.
"Shit," I grunted. "Already?"
"You said sunrise, not us," replied Trisha, showing off her bulletproof good mood even if she was dying to sleep three or four hours longer.
"C'mon, you need to get as ready for this as you can," said Amy.
"Take care Fran."
"Thank you, my boy."
I followed them all the way up to the second floor. Amy had everything ready in her room. She'd gone to town the day before, to get the healing cream and all she needed to change my bandages, and that was the first thing we did after Trisha helped me wash from head to toe and get dressed with clean clothes. The burns still looked awful, but according to the pictures Trisha was taking from night one, they were a tiny bit better than the day before. They didn't hurt so bad anymore, as long as I stayed on the painkillers.
"Should I take them now?"
