For two days, Kodi played sick. It was the only possible course of action she could take, scientifically.
The night she (apparently) lost her mind, she had shoved Bishop's heavy body off of herself once her higher brain functions returned, and then limped with gingerly footsteps to take yet another shower before the others got home. She had proceeded to spot her reflection in the bathroom mirror, a lethal mistake:
Hickeys, she had realized in abject horror. Hickeys everywhere. And light pink splashes of color on her hips, her thighs, even on her breasts, everywhere Bishop had held on with rough hands as they -
So she played sick. The next morning, she had tip-toed into the bathroom and then sneaked one of the hand soaps out of the cabinet before retreating to her room, which she then pe
