One hundred and fourteen.

Damien’s POV

It was weeks before she regained consciousness. Logan stayed with us most days in the hospital waiting for his mommy to wake up. He would sit on her bed or lay cuddled into her, telling her about everything he had done that day.

Kendra stayed too, checking over Irina, checking the Doctors work, the Doctor wasn’t impressed but Logan liked her and that was more important to me.

“You help my mommy?” he asked her one day and she nods her head, smiling at him.

“Yes, she will get better, her brain just needs to rest, like a big, long sleep.”

Now was my opportunity, I had been waiting for the right time to speak to him about what had happened.

“Do you know what happened to mommy?”

He shakes his head at me, a little frown on his face. "They hurt my mommy."

I use the time to explain to him what had really happened to Irina, in terms that he would understand. He stays quiet, listening to my words and nodding his head.

“Logan, I do not want you to use it, not until you are much olde