"How do you feel?" Riley asked when she came out of the bathroom, wiping her hands with the small towel she had picked up. He did not answer her. All she heard were a few weak grumbles that made no sense.
She stood there for a while, watching him lie on the bed with his eyes closed. Something about him would not leave her mind. The wound on his body was too deep, too serious. Why was a man like this not in a hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses?
Her thoughts grew darker.
Was he a criminal?
Fear crept into her chest as the idea settled in. Was she really helping someone dangerous? Her heart beat faster, but she shook her head. No, she refused to believe that.
Riley moved closer to the bed and gently pulled the cover up to his chest. His skin had been cold when she touched him earlier, so she hoped the warmth would help, even if only a little.
