The rest of Christmas break, as you might have imagined, was extremely somber.
Despite my parents’ protests, I went to the hospital that very afternoon to see Barrett myself. Although I knew my parents would never lie to me, I just wanted to be with him and see him myself.
And boy did Barrett look terrible. He lay in his hospital bed with his body covered in white bandages, at least the parts that weren’t covered by his patient gown. One of his legs was apparently broken, while burn marks could be seen on his skin. His right eye was swollen, although the doctor told us that swelling had gone down considerably since he came in. His hair was shaved in a few spots, too, apparently by the Daggers themselves.
Miracle of miracles, Barrett was awake and conscious when I visited him. But just
