“Let’s… get you cleaned up.” He helps me into a sitting position, but I shrug out of his hold, ignoring the searing pain that racks my body as I do so. “I can do it myself.” Blatantly ignoring my proclamation, he gently pushes Laurel off my chest, then he not so gently shoves his arms under my neck and knees, scooping me up into the air and carrying me to the shower.
