Maxwell and Morgana came back, there were no blood stains on them anymore, they had gone to Trevor's house and brought him some clothes and other items. Morgana sat on the couch in his room and stared at him, she still blames herself for what happened.
She didn't know what she would have done if Trevor had died, Maxwell has been staring at her, he knows what is running through her head and it scares him to know that she is blaming herself for something she didn't do.
"You should sleep, come here." He lay down on the couch and carried her on his chest, she slept comfortably on him. "Look at me, M." He turned her head to face him, and with her palms pressed on his chest, she placed her chin on the back of her hands and gazed at him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine,"
