"She’ll come when you need her, I’ll be just outside the door.” With that he stepped out and the door slid shut, leaving Ben alone with his sister and his mom. The boy was drowsy, his eyelids closing and then snapping back open as he fought to stay awake.
"Mom, I’m not mad at him." He said, his words slurring at the end as he sank back into his pillow. "Tell him I’m not mad." With that he was asleep again, breathing heavy but slow, holding his moms hand gently.
Gwen leaned over Ben gently kissing him on the forehead. She remained there for a moment, wanting to stay by his side just for a little bit longer, stay the entire time but she knew there was another she’d have to visit. She’d come back later, Gwen slowly and quietly left.
"Be a good girl," Gwen gently kissed her daughter’s head before leaving her in good hands, thankfully untouched from the fiery horror that had struck their family. Slowly and quietly, she slipped into the next room, seeing Peter lay there, looking unwell, she wanted to run to him and hold him close, but she knew better.