(Elias)
I waited outside Avery’s bathroom door, listening to the water running. My hands would not stay still. I ran them through my hair and looked at the door again. She had been in there too long.
“Avery?” I called. “You okay?”
No answer. The water was still running. I opened the door and saw her standing under the shower, still in her dress, eyes half open.
“Hey,” I said, stepping closer. “You’ll get sick like that.”
She looked at me, quiet but awake. Her skin looked pale, but her eyes were clearer than before. I turned off the water and handed her a towel.
“I need to help you get dry, alright?” I said. “I won’t look.”
She nodded. I helped her out of the wet dress and wrapped the towel around her. Then I got one of her clean shirts and panties from the dresser.
“There,” I said
