Leading him upstairs to our bedroom, careful not to walk too loudly down the hall, I click the door shut behind us, and then lead him into the bathroom.

The master bathroom, which still seems funny to me for some reason, which is bigger than that first hut Logan and I lived in on the island. Which isn't saying much, since you could barely stand two people in there, but whatever.

"Sitdown," I say, pointing toward the closed toilet, and dropping into a crouch to get the first aid kit from under the sink.