“I call first shower.” Mark demands, dropping his duffel bag as soon as you got to the motel bed. As much as you would kill for that shower at the moment, you weren’t be dumb enough to argue with a man practically drenched in blood splatters and bad decisions. Hell, you were still finding yourself entirely disoriented by how you got into this situation in the first place, no need to have him covered in your blood as well.