"Pain, that's all I can see, and terror" the voice paused, "yeah, I think Jasper might be able to help"
The room suddenly felt calm, I could sense the frenetic flurry of activity going on around me, someone's cool hands gently pushing on me, prodding me gently, at some point I even thought I felt someone pinching me. Rather than fight with what was going on I allowed myself to be carried by, the hushed murmur of voices, catching only a few words, "bath" "attacked", "help her", before surrendering to the warm darkness that was beginning to surround me.
I slowly became aware of two female voices, it sounded like they were standing over me, talking, but I couldn't make out the words, only the muted sounds of low murmurs. I felt myself being lifted by two small, cold hands. I wanted to protest, I knew what those hands were, what they would try to do to me. My mind felt like it was trying to swim through mud, my body not responding the way I wanted, I wanted to run, to hide, but all I could manage were a few simple moans. I felt like I was being carried, then the quiet murmur of voices again. I could almost make out what they were saying, "Rags" 'just cut them off" then silence as my clothes slipped off and they laid me in a tub filled with hottest water I had ever felt.
I tried to listen, to make out what they were whispering, I could hear one of them stepping back from me, her words mumbled. I didn't care, I was finally warm, I let the water surround me, I didn't even mind all the moving around the small one doing to scrub me and scrub my hair. I had almost drifted off again, when I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward, exposing my back.
"Jasper!" I slumped back against the tub with thud, the sound of panic evident in the girls' voice, then the flurry of footsteps and voices.
Someone else picked me up this time, I know it wasn't the girl; these arms were larger, stronger. I was carried back in the bed, laid down and heard a calming voice telling me he was going to "turn it up" and then blackness.