The muscles along Henry’s back ripple as he sits up, the blood running down his back slowing. He closes his eyes, taking deep unneeded breaths, but they are still grounding.

The wounds don’t heal anywhere as quickly as they normally do, “I do wonder what life would have brought us if we never got on that ship,” He says, turning to look at a Leonard finally, “You were careful with yourself, I hope.” He says, looking over Leonard, pupils a little wide.