MORTUUS

CHAPTER SEVEN

I yelped, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Sorry about this but we are really out of time and I have no plan to waste any more time waiting for you to make it to your bedroom.”

“Up the stairs, the first door by your right.” We got to the room in no time and Ray gently placed me on the floor. Jay had remained downstairs.

“Try not to touch anything, the last thing we want is bloodstains here.”

He pulled out a box from where I pointed and began filling it with the articles of clothing I picked. “Is that all? He asked when I wasn't pointing again.

Of course, it wasn't but I was about to let him see my lingeries no matter what. “Not really…”

“Oh, I get what's going on um how do I break this to you?” He paused as if in deep thought. “Okay, I'll just say it. You see, since you can neither feel nor smell, you do not realize that you wet yourself most likely during your ordeal with the rabid Zombie.”

The look on my face must have been that horrendous for he immediately waved his hands and said, “No, no. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I'm just saying there is no need to be embarrassed.”

His words did nothing to reassure me, I would have cried if I could. I looked down and there was this dark patch right between the legs of my pajamas. I swallowed, if I had blood I'm sure my entire body would be red from embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he continued. “I wanted to avoid telling you.”

I didn't say anything else, rather I pointed to the drawers underneath my wardrobe and turned my face away. When he saw he wasn't getting any more from me he just packed my lingeries and tossed them in the box.

“Now the final task. This might be a little harder than the rest, we could skip it altogether but I am certain you would want to go with us looking like that."

I nodded, I could vaguely understand what he was talking about but I wholly agreed. I needed a shower. I moved my foot and it obeyed, so did the second one but it was pretty slow.

He came closer and I knew he wanted to assist me, I badly wanted to disagree but it was mentally straining me to move. He lifted me with one swoop and walked into my bathroom and gently placed me in the bathtub.

"Ten minutes," he said and locked the door.

Ten minutes! I needed ten hours to wash all these off me. I slowly struggled out of my clothes. I left them in the tub with me because they were bloodied and I didn't want to give them something else to clean. I put on the tub and watched the water run down my body.