“Isaac,” Summer said. “Isaac! Hey, look at me.” She frowned and reached up to touch his face, directing his gaze to her. “I know it’s hard, but try not to think about it.” Hastily she stripped off her skirt and underclothes, then took his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Come on. Into the shower.”
He let out a pained whine and kissed at her fingertips, nodding and closing tear-filled eyes as he allowed her to pull him close. “O-okay…” His voice wavered and he pressed his face to her shoulder, kissing the underside of her chin as he tried to focus on something other than his own thoughts.
One step at a time, she coaxed him the few steps to the shower, and in. She got him to just lean on the wall, and poured some soap on the loofah. Murmuring continual little reassurances and soothing words, she scrubbed at the bits of blood dried on his shoulder and torso, pausing every so often to squeeze his hand or give him a little kiss.