Chapter Fifteen
"Sit," Bryce instructs, pointing to the toilet.
I do as he commands, not entirely sure about any of what I'm doing right now. The sleep on the ride back from the place Ravi held me is a distant haze of sleep. I don't think I recall a single second of it. Which isn't great, but the exhaustion and shock of the past few days have taken their toll on me.
Bryce runs water into the sink and grabs a washcloth.
"I'd shower you, but I don't think you're able to stand for long right now," he says softly as he dabs at the dried blood on my face.
"Hmm."
"Are you hurt anywhere but your legs?" he asks.
"I don't think so," I croak. "The restraints hurt my wrists, but I don't think they caused any wounds." I lift up my arms as if to illustrate.
As gently as he can, he lifts my arm
