Once Throttle was sure that her body temp was up enough to keep her from getting hypothermia, he reached out with one hand while holding her body against his own with the other, and turned the knob on the wall. Shutting off the warm spray then scanned the room for a towel, and after a moment or so picked the woman up and laid her on the benches again, and disappeared for a moment to get a towel and some clean, dry clothes for her to wear for the night.
He came back with a fluffy crimson towel that Charlie-girl must have bought for them and one of his black XXXL T-shirts. Now all he had to do was strip the woman, dry her then redress her...
He flushed under his fur and fidgeted for several moments before giving in to the inevitable. After all it wasn't like an unconscious woman could undress, dry and re dress herself. Besides he'd been in this situation before- Granted he'd been semi blind at the time.
Come on Throttle, what are you so nervous about? Are you waiting for her to catch a cold or something? Throttle silently berated himself as he moved over to the woman and slipped an arm under her shoulders and lifted her slightly as he dropped down to one knee next to the bench.
And draped the towel and t-shirt over his leg while his fingertips grasped one of her jacket sleeves, and slipped the wet fabric from one shoulder, then quickly worked her other sleeve off before going to work on her shirt. Once that was off Throttle paused, his scarlet eyes looking over some of the bruises discoloring her naked skin.
Shifting his hold on her just a bit, he ran one of his fingers along one particularly bad looking bruise on her collar bone.
It was dangerously close to her neck, the blue black bruise spreading across her skin like a dark stain. Carefully, tentatively, he traced the outter corners of the mark with his index finger and stopped when it occurred to him how much the marking must be hurting at the moment.
Yet the woman hadn't whined or complained.
In all honesty it had been as if she hadn't noticed it at all which he found strange since she could have had a broken collar bone. Shifting his hold on her again, he slipped one hand through her long wet hair until he was palming the back of her head and studied the rest of her bare skin. Looking for anything that could require a doctor or trip to the hospital.
Aside from the one bruise and some scrapes she seemed perfectly fine. And speaking of fine...
The female had what Vinny would so politely call a 'rockin body'. A siren's body. The type of body meant to inspire lust and fantasies in males. And with a face to match the body, the female was a goddamn knockout. Grabbing the towel from it's resting place he managed to tear his eyes away from her long enough to unfold it then draped it over her torso so that he could strip her of her bra without compromising her modesty.
Once that was done he laid her back down on the bench and tugged at the towel so that it was covering her from chest to mid thigh and went to work on the rest of her clothing.
It took him longer than he would have liked but after ten minutes or so he had her undressed, gave her a thorough rub down, then re dressed her in the t-shirt then after wiping down the bench, laid her down on it again, and gathered her things and headed to the room next to the shower room where the washer and dryer was and tossed everything but her shoes in the dryer.
Then grabbed himself a clean pair of jeans and a towel and dried himself off as much as he could and changed his clothes before returning to the shower room and scooping the woman up in his arms. He was startled by how light she felt to him. Almost as if she hadn't eaten anything in weeks or months. Why didn't I notice before? He wondered as he carried her silently through the halls until he reached the scoreboard.
Standing just outside the room where he and his bros usually resided in, he heard the faint sounds of snoring coming from inside and wondered if bringing the woman here was really a good idea. It wasn't so much that he was worried about Modo scaring her. God knew the giant had a soft spot for the females of Earth and would rather cut off his flesh arm than scare or hurt one.
Vinny however... Wasn't terribly tactful and would probably get on the woman's nerves (as well as his) pretty damn fast with all of his flirting and lewd comments.
Sighing, Throttle looked down at the woman worriedly and used his tail to open the door and push it open so that he can carry her inside. The second he was in the room, he quickly located Vinny and Modo curled up in their beds, the sheets were partially kicked off of Vinny where as Modo had his sheets tangled around his hips and was twitching slightly in his sleep.
Walking over to the empty bed under the far window, Throttle shifted his hold on the woman just long enough to pull the covers back before laying her down on the mattress, he carefully arranged her body so that she would be comfortable then pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. And started to move away when he noted that Modo wasn't snoring anymore and looked over his shoulder at the older male to find him partially sitting up in his bed, rubbing his one good eye.
"Throttle?" Modo's sleep thick voice muttered in a hushed tone.
Throttle hesitated for a second before responding nervously, "Uh... yeah big guy?"
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready for bed." Throttle said as he quickly scrambled onto his bed to hide the woman from view. Missing Modo tipping back his head and sniffing the air before giving a sleepy smile and flopping back down onto his bed.