"Get out." Ivy Holden had gathered just enough strength to try and kick him out.
"If I leave, what will happen to you? Are you planning to sleep here all night?" Jensen Morrison asked, reaching out to help her up.
Ivy Holden slapped his long, slender hands away. "Get out! I need to take a bath!"
"You've got a point. Look at you, you're filthy. You really should take a bath."
Jensen Morrison filled the bathtub and helped a fully-clothed Ivy Holden in. While the water was running, Jensen, afraid she would fall asleep, made small talk to keep her awake.
"Ivy, do you remember what happened on Mikar Island?" Jensen Morrison asked.
"Ngh... Don't talk about Mikar Island... Don't talk about that pest, James Zimmers..."
"Why do you hate James Zimmers so much?"
"Because he's the one who got me killed... He's why I died... Of course, there were others..."
Some of his suspicions were confirmed, and a searing pain burned in Jensen Morrison's chest.
