Sean sits you down on a shower stool and turns on the water. Your wounded and the water against the gashes is painful “Hey, Hey… stop struggling. You should have told me you were anemic, I had no idea.” The blood slowly starts to wash away down the train. You’ve been stuck in his home for months. It’s a nightmare “Let’s just shelf the knife for now.” He squeezes body wash into his hands and foams it up, then scrubs your body with it. “I’ll take care of washing you… just relax”