Wash
Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.
It had been a freak cold front,the temperatures dipping well below freezing. Theo lived a little too far to walk, but it washer brother's birthday and Caocouldn't handle being home, notwith Artie still in jail. She had puton as many layers as possiblebefore slipping out and beginningthe walk. By the time she reached his front door, her body felt stiff and she was just so tired. So tired that she could barely lift her arm to ring the bell. It was a blur from there, hypothermia he had said, and a sigh. Was he mad at her? Vague recollection of him picking her up and then nothing. At least, not until the water touched her ice cold skin and she screamed, trying to struggle from his grip. It hurt. He held her still, settling intothe tub and keeping her pressedto his chest, trying to keep her calmas he helped her warm up. It wouldn'tbe fun if she froze to death. "I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry."She could barely speakpast the chattering of her teeth.













