Shane: Put your arms around my neck.

Dash looked at her like she was crazy.

Shane: Just trust me for once….Im gonna carry you into the bathroom so you can take a bath.

Dash: A bath…what am I six? And hellz no youre not carrying me, youll drop me like you almost did yesterday.

Shane: First of all, youre too sore to stand up and wash yourself in the shower, and second how do you think you got from the window to the bed?

Shane cocked an eyebrow at her with a smirk. Dash looked down at her hands and then over to Bette. She looked at Shanes whose eyes were reassuring. Dash went to reach around Shanes neck and cringed from lifting her arms and sitting up.

Bette: Maybe we should bring her to the hospital…she shouldnt be this tired and sore in the rest of her body….besides, Shane you have to get the stuff taken out of you nose…

Shane: No, well be fine…we can take care of each other.

Shane threw Dash a wink and picked her up off the bed. The young teen was light as a feather today and Shane carried her with a gentle ease.

Shane: Okay, Bette grab her some clothes from my closet.

Shane carried Dash into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. She started running a bubble bath as Bette walked in and placed the clothes on the back of the toilet behind Dash. She stood behind Shane looking at her in the mirror.

Bette: You sure about this?

Shane looked at Dash, starring off into space. She nodded and turned on the water to wash her hands.

Shane: I dont have insurance and the church board wasnt too thrilled to get the bill on Tuesday.

Shane scrubbed her hands for what seemed like forever. Bette placed her hand on Shanes shoulder and Shane looked up at her in the mirror with an empty expression on her face.

Bette: Ill take care of both of you.

Bette turned off the bath water and looked over at Dash who looked uncomfortable on the toilet. She looked back at Shane who was clenching the sink with white knuckles and staring at Dash out of the corner of her eyes.