he drives silently back to the motel, glancing at the blood that's crusted to the side of your face. he sighs as he pulls into the parking lot and gets out, walking to your side and helping you out the car and into the room.

he helps you out of your jacket and takes your shoes off. his gaze lingers on your bloodied frame for a minute, then moves some hair out of your face.

“let’s get you into the shower, hm babe?” he says in a low voice as he guides you into the bathroom.