“Have you got a spare shirt I can borrow, mine are all covered in blood..” you hum as you walk out of the bathroom, your hair tied up in a loose bun, with curls falling out here and there.

Your legs and shoulders were still wet, water dripping slightly as you hugged a white towel around your body, keeping you covered.

“Yeah— yeah, there should be one in my bag..” he mumbles as he turns his head to you, his eyes trailing up and down your body.