Alex POV
I don’t say anything back to him. What the hell does he expect my answer to be? Wringing out the small towel, I damp it again to try and get all the grime off of him. Slowly rubbing the towel against him, I feel him slowly falling out of consciousness, only groaning a little when I dig too deep.
My dress is effectively ruined and the water turns a little pink and brown from Nolan’s wounds and grime. I grab his bottle of shampoo and scratch at his scalp softly but leave the shampoo for the fresh water that is to come. As I’m going through his body, I realize how many old and new scars on his body. There’s a big one on the left side of his back. This one I remember from the day his father died. I trace my index finger along it, effectively waking up Nolan who was napping soundly.
