She hoisted him up, not shying way from the blood that clung to him before she walked him to the bathroom. She did not wait before she was pushing him into the stand up shower and turning it on. “I’m going to make tea, you wash up. And make sure all the blood goes down the drain. If I am made to look like a mass murderer I’d rather be of my own doing.”
As she pushed him intot he shower and turned it on he nodded and began to strip off his bloody clothes, not caring that she was still standing there as he did, he pushed hte pile of clothes into a corner of the shower making sure that he did not block the drain as he just stood under the hot water and let it wash the blood off of him.
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