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White hot rage went through , but the sound of the water turning off in the other roo him with the blanket as I tucked the bloodied underwear beneath the pillow Lucy appeared at e Tupperware container full of water and a hand towel

“I couldn’t find a washcloth,” she whispered, her voice hoarse

“This is fine,” I acknowledged

The girl’s hands were shaking violently as she handed the iteonna die?”

“No,” I autoh I had no idea if that were true or not The bruises on his back and torsoof some kind and the head wound was potentially a whole other issue I searched out nal

Fuck, ere on our own

“Is there a phone here?” I asked

Lucy shook her head

“What about your cell phone?”

The girl hesitated before saying, “We got rid of them on the way up here”

Right, so they couldn’t be tracked

“Ethan…Ethan said he was okay…that nothing was broken and he just had a concussion He told me to wake him up every couple of hours if he fell asleep and ask him questions like who I was and stuff”

“How long have you been here?” I asked as I began washing Ethan’s face to get rid of the dried blood

Lucy didn’t respond and I glanced up to see her eyes filled with fear and confusion “Who are you?” she whispered and I could hear a mix of terror and hope in her voice

“My naed

“Ethan doesn’t have any friends,” she automatically responded

“Someone he worked with at the hospital orried about him when he didn’t show up for work yesterday or today He sent me to make sure he was okay”

“Ho do I know you’re telling the truth?” she asked warily