To The Women

-Conor-

“She fainted. Just like the last time.” Conor murmured; concern lined his face for Karen. “I’ve never heard anyone scream like that before.” Not even during a torture session. That scene made my blood freeze in my veins.

“Is she going to be okay?” Joanne asked as silent tears streamed down her face. She crawled across the bed and curled up to Karen holding her right hand. “She’s still really cold Conor… Should we get a couple more blankets?”

“I hope so…” Conor murmured as Bart came back with pajamas. “Help me dress her, Jo. We can at least make her comfortable. Bart, can you grab a couple of the spare blankets?”

They pulled off the wet dress and finished drying Karen off. Conor did the heavy lifting as Jo helped slip the warm clothes on. Conor pulled her to the middle of the bed and wrapped his arms around her. Bart came back with two blankets and they layered them over Karen.

“Can we stay here tonight?” Joanne asked with a sad expression on her face. “If you don’t mind?”

“Su