The sheriff and Mr. Sagert keep talking and I think that he's going to the let them in even if he's rather not. I hear my name but when I look up I see the doc moving in. I have no time to think about what it means that he and the sheriff were walking near by.

Doc comes right over and puts one arm around my waist and pulls me up, too fast for me to panic about it. Besides moving makes the pain worse, even such a small shift. I'm sure I make another sound at that as he asks, Damien, are you alright?

His other hand pushing my hair aside, I can feel the movement he makes as he looks at my face and hope it covers my flinch at his touch. "Hurts..." I say, "Hurts less if I don't move." I add. I hope he won't want to look at any other part of me. It's only my head that got hit.