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This week, I'm cheating and posting to fit the prompt rather than write something specific, which means... I've dipped into another story completely. In this scene the hero's sister calls on him for help. But when Jake arrives both his sisters are missing and only Tiffany is there to meet him, with no explanations. So they are all disturbed when Sarah, one of the sisters, makes it home all battered and bruised. (Pete is Jake's friend and a P.I.)
When Pete reached out to move the sleeping woman Jake stepped forward and pulled him back before Tiffany slapped the man’s face. “Later Pete.” He sent a glance in Tiffany’s direction that had Pete backing out of the room. “I know Tiff intends to lift Sarah herself, but it’s for me to see to my sister. When we have her covered and in bed, you can look. I want photos. For evidence,” he added, in case Tiffany came after him this time.
“I wish to God Susan hadn’t done a runner. She should be here, she should have phoned me.” Jake held up one hand to silence Tiffany’s protest. “Yes she could if she’d bought one of those that are pre-loaded and can be thrown afterwards.” He leaned across the bath, lifted the wash cloth and gently began cleaning the visible wounds on his sister’s body.
“We should call a doctor.” Tiffany stood beside him, a hand resting gently on his shoulder. The warmth of it seeped through his shirt to his skin and warmed his heart.
“It sounds crazy, I know, but until we know more, I’d rather tend her myself and then call a friend who has a practice not far away from here.”
“While I understand your sentiments, Jake, I also think you should contact the police. We may not know what’s behind this attack, but there’s a dangerous and evil man out there who’s not finished with you and could come after your sisters again.”
“Pete’s on it.” Keeping his tone flat, Jake bit down on his anger. He shouldn’t argue with Tiffany. She had the right of it, he knew, but something told him this was personal. No less dangerous for that, but Sarah’s attack might not be one of several. With a huff he threw the wash cloth into the water, grabbed the chain and yanked the plug. “I need towels,” he said. “Several of them. With those injuries we can’t rub her dry, and I can’t put her to bed and wet the sheets.”
He watched Tiffany leave the room. He knew, Susan kept the house linens and towels in the huge airing cupboard in her room, but did she have enough? This was not the time to notice the rounded curves of Tiffany’s bottom beneath her jeans... Or admire the gentle sway of her hips. The light floral scent she wore still lingered in the bathroom. But he did.
The sound of the final dregs of water running down the plughole brought his mind back to Sarah. Normally he’d simply reach in and lift her, but the combined obstruction of the side of the bath and the angle of lift would make it difficult given the extent of his sister’s injuries.
“Try this,” Tiffany offered him an enormous bath sheet. “I have no idea whether it will work or not, but what if we try slipping it beneath her and then between us we can lift it and her without adding to her pain?”
Sarah stirred, groaned then lay still once more.
“Come, Jake, before she wakes up and feels the pain again.”
Together they carried Sarah through to the bedroom. “Lay her on the floor.”
“What?” Jake nearly lost his grip on the end of the towel. “Why not straight onto the bed?”
“You said it yourself we need to dry her.” Tiffany pointed to a fan heater she’d collected at the same time as the towels. “Between that and these extra towels we can get the worst off and I’ve laid a couple more beneath the bottom sheet.” Satin sheets, Tiff noted. Something else she and Susan had in common. But right now They had to get Sarah settled on the sea of shiny black satin.
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