"It hurts," he admits with a laugh. "Not sure I want to see the sorts of colours it's inevitably turning at this point and it's stiff as hell, but once I get moving around and get some ice on it again, it should be a bit better."

Everything outside the house is still a mess. Sabrina is still in danger, even though he knows she's capable. The snow is still falling. Those monsters are still out there. But in here, in the bedroom, even just within the walls of the house, he knows they're safe and as selfish as it is, he wants to bask in that for a moment.

"You'll need to let me check on the bandages," he says. "Once we're up. Get some clean ones on there so you can avoid any sort of infection." Another thing he has too much experience in because of demonic forces. Marcus has spent countless moments trying to soothe the wounds of the possession, rubbing ointment on their wrists, putting bandages on the cuts they give themselves.