Mimori took a few moments to pull herself together. Soreness washed over her. She eyed the clothes that she grabbed from the facility. Setting the phone back onto the bed, she grabbed the shirt first with a sigh. Sliding into her spaghetti-strap top, she unfolded the rest of her clothing and grabbed the pants, attempting to slide them on, but her legs were too sore to bend.
"Lou, I need your help. I can't."
Before she was able to finish, he came bursting into the room. "What's wrong?"
She pointed to the pants and frowned.
Chuckling, Lou helped Mimori into her jeans, resting his hands around her waist moments before setting her back on the bed.
"So many questions, so little time," he mumbled. "Why does Elijah want you so badly?"
"There's something different about you, but what? Ho
