Two days after the twins left to pack up and settle things where they've been living, Stephen gets a call shortly after dinner.
Topher slurps all of that up. He needs a nap once that's done.
Franklyn tries his best to comfort James while they wait.
Jamie appreciates that he can cling to Franklyn while they heal Alex, though he stays as close as Morgan will let him.
As long James isn't in the way, Morgan will just keep healing Alex enough that they can move him back to the hotel.
Which happens soon enough. They keep Alex properly sedated for the trip and fly him to their penthouse suite instead of going through lobby.
Davin and his minions (Jackie included) are not sent there. Once they have properly cleaned the house of everything they wouldn't want to leave behind, the Graywards split.
The twins, Franklyn, the tired Topher and Adam go to the penthouse take care of Alex for the night.
The others, including their captors are sent to the truck the Graywards came in and are kept unconscious until they decide to depart.
Once Alex is stable enough they can rest for a while, Jamie curls up next to him on the bed. Eventually, he even falls asleep.
They take shifts, but everyone takes their rest.
Everyone is very tired, so the ones that are sleeping in that shift, sleep soundly.
Early the next morning, Alex shifts, and then slowly opens his eyes.
He spends a long moment staring at the ceiling, just breathing.
He's... confused, a bit. His head feels fuzzy, like he's been asleep too long, or has the beginning of a cold. He tries to remember what happened the night before but- his mind shies away from it.
He catches a small movement in the corner of his eye, and turns his head slightly to look.
His neck twinges - he freezes - and then he jerks up, scrambling back to slam against the headboard with a bang, hands coming up to cradle his face. It doesn't hurt- the burns on his arm are gone- "How long-?"
"They had you for a few days, we got you out last night."
"Are they dead?"
"No. Not yet."
Nod. He curls forward to rest his head on his knees, trying to- process. He remembers- his voice, and the sharp pain of the knives, and the shock of hot metal on his skin, over and over, you'd think you might get used to it after a few times but apparently not- and the agony when he pressed against his back, and- in-
He digs his fingers into his calves, wrenching his thoughts away with a shaky, shuddering gasp, almost a sob. His heart beats loud and fast in his ears, and he casts around for something else to think about, but it's no use- his thoughts keep circling back-
"Hey, hey don't hurt yourself. You are safe now, and we will deal with them shortly."
"I- he- I couldn't stop him- I couldn't stop myself- she was in my head-"
"She won't hurt you anymore. They can't hurt you anymore. We will make sure of it. Give you the tools for it."
He tries to remember the techniques Jamie uses. He breathes. He tries humming- he doesn't have Jamie's eye for detail, or his habit of drinking in the contents of a room to ground himself, but music... he can focus on that.
It helps, but.
"...Can I... Could you..." He looks down, frustrated by his inability to ask.
"Could... do you want a hug?"
More nod, "Yes. Please."
Only now Morgan realizes that the implication was for him to give the hug himself, and it's not like he can just wake up the others for it.
Okay, it's just a hug, he can do it. He approaches with the arms awkwardly raised and leans on the bed for the hug.
Hug. More of a half-hug, really. He grips the back of Morgan's shirt tightly with one hand and leans against him, letting out a shuddering sigh.
Awkward back pat? Very gently.
He tenses slightly at the touch, but relaxes again after a moment.
It does actually help him calm down a bit. He hadn't been sure it would - just knew he should try touch as well. Morgan doesn't smell or sound anything like he did, and the awkward tentativeness actually kind of helps...
He pulls away once he has some control over himself. "Thanks," he murmurs.
"Alright, how are you feeling?"