GRACE
“Grace, I need you to lift his legs, help me get him onto the floor.”
What have you done, James? What have you f*****g done?
“Grace!” Tom is right in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, and I’ve no idea how he got there. All I can see is James, and blood. So much blood.
“Grace, look at me.”
Somehow, I manage to do as he asks.
“I need your help. James needs your help. Are you with me?”
I nod, I think.
My body starts moving automatically and, rubbing the tears from my eyes, I follow Tom’s lead.
“Remember his skin is wet. Get a firm grip,” Tom instructs as I anchor my hands under James’ limp thighs. “On my count. One, two…three.”
Water laps over the rim of the bath as we lift, splashing my legs before settling into a shallow pool on the tiled floor. We move him to a dr
