Simon spat out blood, gagging at the taste. He cowered in the corner, far away from the others, not even caring about his nakedness. If he could have run away to avoid facing them all, he would have, but he was suddenly so exhausted he didn't trust himself to stand.

When Matt asked how he was, he just turned his head and stared at the wall. He could feel the eyes on him, and he could smell the fear in the air.

"Call the Night Council," he said eventually. "Lancelot Dulac, if you can reach him. The number's in my phone."

Someone needed to clean this up.