Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Robyn nods, tears in her eyes, and disappears into the other room with Ebony and Queenie.
“He needs strippin’ and showerin’,” Doc says as he checks over Krystie. We drag Joker into the bathroom, strippin’ off his blood-soaked clothes and throwin’ him under the water. He barely reacts, his eyes distant, his voice still murmurin’ that damn chant.
Once he’s clean, we pull him out and put him on the bed. He continues to rock and whisper, his mind somewhere far away. I look at Doc, hopin’ for some kind of solution, but he just shakes his head.