Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Leave it to Wake to have eaten something he probably shouldn't. How was he supposed to know the leftovers had gone off? They looked fine, but with this warm snap they'd been having, the boy had lowkey poisoned himself. It's fine. He's fine. Just at home, barfing his brains out, while his siblings got to go have fun being legends. Still green around the gills, Wake at least comes to the window. Pushing it open and carefully climbing out on the rooftop below, he now gets a look at the returning party.

Sid looks to be the worst of them, but there was more than enough blood to go around. Wake's chest ached, stomach churning. Glad it's empty, Wake's expression was somewhat grim as he looked to his father. Questions would wait for later.

WAKE UP