Damon's POV
After leaving the police station, I drove straight to the hospital across town. When I walked into Maya's room, I found my sisters gathered around her bed, laughing and chatting animatedly about future plans.
Hazel was in the middle of recounting some hilarious mishap involving the quadruplets and their grandparents' babysitting adventures.
"Oh, Damon! You're back already?" Chloe's voice held a note of disappointment as she looked up from her task. She was meticulously applying polish to Maya's still-unconscious form, focusing intently on each fingernail.
"What on earth are you doing?" I asked, unable to hide my amusement.
She grinned without looking up. "Giving Tiny Cipher a fresh manicure. After her ordeal, she deserves to wake up looking fabulous." She spritzed something over the wet polish to help it dry faster.
