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Chase has carried Kim up to their room and shut the door.
So much blood--
He wants the blood gone. Even if it isn't hers--
--could have been hers--
He lays her out on the bed and wets a washcloth in the sink to clean Behrooz's blood from her hands and arms.
She's still drenched in it--
He stands for a moment, rubbing his eyes wearily, and gently takes off her bloody clothes, dumps them in the laundry hamper, and replaces them with an old, soft, oversized t-shirt of his.
It's never going to end.
He sits down on the end of the bed and waits for her to wake up.
So much blood--
He wants the blood gone. Even if it isn't hers--
--could have been hers--
He lays her out on the bed and wets a washcloth in the sink to clean Behrooz's blood from her hands and arms.
She's still drenched in it--
He stands for a moment, rubbing his eyes wearily, and gently takes off her bloody clothes, dumps them in the laundry hamper, and replaces them with an old, soft, oversized t-shirt of his.
It's never going to end.
He sits down on the end of the bed and waits for her to wake up.