"So you want us to help you? After you darted us?" Frank's voice woke me and I groaned, blinking as Brad appeared beside me. "You're kidding right? Please tell me you're kidding."
"We didn't know who you were." A woman standing in front of Frank explained as Brad helped me to my feet and I leant against his shoulder, rubbing at my head. "When you drove up the hill we thought you were part of that group that got the drop on us. Obscuris."
"Do we look like Obscuris?" I grumbled once I could stand without falling over. Wobbling in place however wasn't something I could stop though I still kept right on glaring at the woman until she shook her head at me. "On that note who or what are Obscuris?"
"I'm Kylie Hammond and they're the group killing survivors. Vick mentioned that you came into Willamette." Kylie said, looking towards Frank and I growled moving towards her until Brad reached down and I felt him grasp my shoulder. I turned my head slightly to see him shaking his head slowly at me and I sighed, reaching up to grasp his hand.
"I'll behave but she did hit us with a dart. Not sure why you're not pissed at her." I complained once Brad relaxed his grip and he just shrugged taking my hand and intertwining his fingers through mine. "If you keep doing things like that I'm not going to be able to stay mad."
"I know. Now Kylie was it? Why did you want our help? Aside from the obvious zombie apocalypse." Brad asked and she nodded, looking out of the truck's window to the zombie hordes shambling about.
"We've been waiting for help evacuating the town but other than Obscuris taking over no one's helping. From what we know there's something in this town they're after so we're on our own. Something called 'Calder' but we haven't seen anything but zombies." Kylie explained as I wandered the truck, checking my pockets for the walkie talkie Emily had given me. "It's over there." She added once she noticed me frantically searching my pockets with one hand.
"Thanks." I muttered as I left Brad's side to grab the walkie talkie lying on the folding table. "Emily, are you there?" I asked as I pressed a button and after a pause I heard a laugh.
"Reading you loud and clear, Bridget. How did the search go?" Emily asked and I snorted looking over at Brad who gave me a nod.
"Apart from getting drugged and knocked out...just perfect. Apparently the ones who are shooting survivors on sight are some group called Obscuris and they're after something or someone called Calder. No sign of Vick yet but we'll find her." I told her and she nodded on the other end, Matthew standing at her side.
"Good luck, Bridget and be very careful. There's more than just zombies running around." Emily said and after a pause she sighed. "I heard the roars of something in Willamette."
"Oh that's just perfect. Zombies, Obscuris and now a freaking monster running about?! Starting to wish I'd stayed back home." I complained and Brad bit back a smile, patting me on one shoulder. "Don't you dare say it." I warned him and he turned his head trying to hide a growing smile.
"Not that this isn't interesting but shouldn't we be out there finding Vick or that Calder, whoever that is?" Frank interrupted and I rolled my eyes turning my attention back to the annoying journalist. "Hey why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sorry, Emily. Got to go. Thanks for the warning and the help." I said before I shoved the walkie talkie into my jacket pocket, looking towards Kylie who raised an eyebrow at me.
"Since you're here now we could use some help gathering supplies and keeping Obscuris off our backs." Kylie asked and I crossed my arms shaking my head at her which did nothing to stop the ache in my head. "Plus we could use a way out of Willamette."
"Is that all? How about a cure of this current zombie apocalpyse?" I grumbled and Frank clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent me from hearing his laughter. At least I think that's why he did it. "Alright so we're looking for supplies I guess. Maybe we can find more about this Calder from someone in Obscuris. Or why they shot us down."
"So that was your plane that crashed?" Someone else said and I jumped as an older man walked into the van holding a rifle. "I'm Tom Pickton and you're working for me now." He told us and I blinked at him my mouth actually dropping before Brad moved into my path once he saw me kneeling to retrieve a pickaxe.
"Bridget, calm down." Brad hissed and I snorted as I fiddled with the handle my eyes narrowed at Tom who ignored me in favor of Frank.
"I work for no one." I grumbled and Brad raised an eyebrow until I just shrugged. "Well just you...sorta." I admitted and he brightened walking beside me when I wandered over to Frank and Tom. "Anyway what do you want us to do?"
"I wasn't speaking to you, girl." Tom told me and Brad barely managed to pull me back from swinging my newly acquired weapon at the jerk. In the end Brad led me outside while Frank, Kylie and Tom stayed inside.
"I know you don't like him but he's trying to help us." Brad said as I paced and after a long pause he held out his hand. "Please give me the pickaxe, Bridget." He sighed and I did watching as he dropped it beside him. "Look this isn't ideal but we may have to work with Tom."
"He's a jerk. You can act nice to him but I'm not pretending to be friends. I'd rather be friends with one of the zombies." I replied and Brad chuckled softly, pulling me into a hug that I returned after a few seconds of trying to act cool.
"Now let's just take a deep breath and then we'll see what we need to do about Obscuris." Brad asked and after I long pause I sighed.
"Okay but I'm only doing this because you're asking me. Anyone else and I would just walk away." I told him and he grinned stroking my hair. After his other hand moved to the small of my back I froze and he just kissed the top of my head. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Both of us actually." Brad agreed, giving my back a light scratch and he laughed when I melted. "I'm guessing it's working?" He teased and I just shrugged content to be held until Frank cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes, muttering something offensive under my breath as I stepped away from Brad's hug.
"Wow. Brad, did you know she has a mouth on her?" Frank asked and Brad just gave the photojournalist a brief nod. "Okay well the good news is that we may have a lead on how the outbreak started and who started it. Ready to do some digging?"
"Well I guess we have no choice if we want to find a way out of Willamette. Lead the way, Frank." Brad agreed with a head shake, following Frank who gave me a blank stare as I fell into step.
"Not the first zombie apocalypse we've lived through. Probably won't be the last either." I explained as we started to look for a van so we wouldn't have to walk. Once we found a black van Frank opened the driver-side door, climbing in and I sighed. Even though Brad offered me the passenger's seat I politely declined, climbing into the back after a quick search. Once Brad climbed into the seat, sliding the door closed behind him, he turned around in his seat in time to see me leaning against the wall directly behind his seat.
"You alright back there?" Brad asked and I lifted my head for a moment giving him a faint smile that he returned. As I leant my head back, crossing my arms over my chest, I heard the van's engine start up and I had barely closed my eyes when the van jerked forward, nearly making me pitch forward onto the floor. Opening one eye I stared at the back of Frank's chair and he actually chuckled.
"Never driven one of these before." He commented and I snorted, closing my eyes again as the van slowly made its way past the trucks and cars blocking parts of the bridge.
It felt like I'd barely even closed my eyes when I felt a hand on my right shoulder, said hand giving it a squeeze and I groaned. Cracking open an eye I found Brad kneeling beside me and once he saw I was awake, more or less, he gave me a smile.
"Sorry to wake you but we're here." Brad announced as my eyes opened, both now narrowed at him. "You looked so peaceful and I didn't want to wake you but we have to get going." He added, giving the top of my head a kiss before he offered me his hand and with an eyeroll I let him pull me to my feet.
"So where's here exactly?" I yawned, stretching my arms above my head as I followed him towards the back of the van. He pushed open the door and after poking his head out to check, Brad jumped out before he helped me out.
"We're going monster hunting." Frank explained and I just blinked at him as the photojournalist grinned at me.
"You're kidding right? I think those multiple hits to my head are making me hear things because I could have sworn you said...oh no." I muttered when Frank laughed and I rubbed at the bridge of my nose.
"Sorry, Bridget but it's the only way to find out why Williamette turned into zombie city." Brad explained as Frank started to walk away leaving Brad and I to follow him. Shaking my head I fell into step beside Brad who briefly reached over, entertwining his fingers in mine. "Just stick close to me okay?" He whispered and I nodded, giving his fingers a squeeze with my own.
We had been walking for about half an hour when I heard distant growls and I jerked as something flew past me, Brad the only thing stopping me from colliding with it. Shaking my head I gave him a grateful smile before I untangled myself from his arms looking around before I spotted the wreaked and smoking van. The same one that Frank had driven us in and I groaned as I turned my head to find Frank already with his camera out.
"What the hell was that?" I shouted and Brad cringed as a loud roar broke the silence immediately after my outburst. "On second thought I really don't want to know." I muttered much quieter this time as Brad tugged me towards an overturned car. We ducked behind it watching as Frank stared off into the distance and when he started to rush away I groaned, shaking my head as Brad rolled his eyes.
"Guess we have to go after him." Brad sighed and I nodded, moving as quickly as he did from behind the car. Together we moved as quickly as we could but we soon lost sight of Frank when a car several feet away burst alight, the sparks nearly reaching us. With the flames blocking our path we had no choice but to take a much longer path around which brought us with a foot of a horde of zombies. Holding a finger against his lips Brad urged me to be quiet, ducking down he grabbed a piece of broken headlight. Looking over at the zombies he grinned and with an impressive throw he threw the headlight off into the distance, the plastic landed near a parked car.
Hearing the noise the zombies groaned and as they shuffled towards the sound we made our move, keeping low we snuck past them. As we did we passed a smashed van and I grimaced when the left sleeve of my shirt caught on the shattered bumper.
With a grunt I tried to pull my arm free but when it refused to budge I gripped the sleeve with my right hand, pulling on the sleeve as hard as I could. I managed to pull myself free but not without catching my right arm just behind my wrist on the bumper. I bit back a gasp of pain as I pulled my arm close to my body finding that on closer inspection I had only caught the top two or three layers of skin. But it was enough to cause my wound to bleeding and I grimaced quickly glancing at the shuffling zombies worried they had heard me.
Thankfully they hadn't even heard me cry out and with a hiss of pain I ripped the sleeve, binding the wound tightly despite how painful it was. Having lost track of me Brad frantically looked around until I moved to his side and his eyes widened when he saw my right hand bandaged.
"Bridget, what happened?" He whispered and I just shook my head nodding towards the horde of zombies shuffling away from us. "You're telling me what happened once we're safe." He added and I snorted at the safe part as he guided me away from the nearest zombies.
As we raced to catch up with Frank my wound throbbed with every step and I stopped as soon as Brad started to slow, my eyes moving to the rough job I'd done on my hand. I knew I would need Emily's help right away when I saw the blood seeping through the bandage and I swallowed heavily.
"Bridget, we're nearly there." Brad's voice made me jump and I turned to see him standing at my side, his eyes watching my face. "Your hand."
"It's okay. Let's keep moving." I replied as I moved past him and with a sigh he followed behind me, his eyes travelling to my hand from time to time before we reached what looked like a wineyard. We barely made it inside before I saw Frank standing at a set of stairs and he waved us over, still grinning until I smacked his shoulder with my left hand.
"You are an idiot. Next time try waiting for us." I grumbled as he rubbed his shoulder glancing at Brad who just shook his head. "Okay so where's that monster you were chasing?"
"Change of plans. If we help a woman called Dr Blackburne escape the city she'll tell us everything about the original zombie virus." Frank told us and I just snorted at him, my injured arm pressed against my side. "It's a win-win."
"Oh right. It's not even possible for us to get out of here safely so what makes you so sure she'll help us? On that note how are we even going to find a helicopter?" I protested until Brad gently tapped my left shoulder and I reluctantly let him guide me to a chair as Frank started to head down the stairs.
"I want to escape this deathtrap as much as you do. Once Frank unlocks Dr Barnaby's lab we'll have what we need to figure out why there's a monster running around." Dr Blackburne explained and I jumped a second time almost falling if Brad hadn't caught me in his arms.
"Can everyone stop making me jump?" I snapped as Brad helped me back into a cane chair. Sighing to myself once I was sitting I leant back resting my injured hand on my lap and Brad raised an eyebrow at me, noting how heavily I was breathing until I took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you don't want me to look at your hand? It looks painful." Brad observed and I sighed, giving him a weak smile. "Once we leave here I'm going to get Emily to check it. Just in case."
"Okay, Brad. I'll agree to that." I replied as I closed my eyes, not wanting Brad to know how badly my arm had been hurting ever since I caught it on the van. Not to mention the growing headache that had formed between my eyes.
I woke with a groan to find Brad kneeling beside me with a frown and as my vision blurred I felt his hand pressed to my forehead. I tried to push his hand away only to slip from the chair but he was at my side instantly, catching me in his arms. Cradling my head on his lap he stared when I blinked up at him as he looked towards someone just out of sight.
"Brad. what's going on?" I whispered, swallowing thickly and he just rubbed my forehead a grimace on his lips. "Ohh...not feeling so...good." I mumbled the urge to close my eyes overwhelming and as I slipped into unconsciousness he called out for help.
I vaguely remember someone holding me tightly as the ground underneath us shifted back and forth, not helping the queasy feeling in my stomach. Keeping my eyes clenched tight didn't really help but when I felt a hand grasping mine I cracked open an eye to find Brad leaning over me.
"We'll be there soon and Emily will take care of you. Just hang on, Bridget." He whispered and I tried to nod only to feel so weak I couldn't move my head. Instead I gave him the briefest smile and he nodded, glancing at someone. By the time he looked back at me my eyes were slipping closed and when he saw me pass out he sighed, the last thing I felt were his fingers stroking my forehead.
The next thing I knew I was lying on something soft and as I tried to raise my head, which only succeeded in making my already fragile head spin, I thought I heard someone talking. Squinting towards the open doorway of a room I had never seen before I listened in only hearing parts of words but I heard my name being mentioned.
It concerned me when I heard the words 'take care of' and my name mentioned again by a voice I knew all too well. I wanted to call out but I decided against it as the room spun forcing me to close my eyes. Which also made me sleepy and I dozed off without seeing just who was standing just outside my room.
The prick of a needle woke me from my doze and I groaned, hearing faint footsteps moving around my bedside. When I felt a light tap on my imjured arm I groaned again forcing my eyes open and when my vision finally cleared I saw Emily standing over me. Seeing her holding a needle I grimaced and she sighed, giving me a grin as she tossed it into a bin with a faded biohazard label.
"Good morning." Emily greeted me as I struggled to sit up. "You should be sleeping not sitting, Bridget." She advised when I winced, looking around when I felt a light tug on my right arm. Seeing my eyes widen at the sight of a drip attached to it she gave my hand a pat. "Don't worry. It's something I rigged up just for you. It was touch and go but you're on the mend."
"What happened to me?" I whispered and she nodded towards a chair sitting against the left wall. As soon as I saw the figure lying in it I brightened and she smiled as I gave the sleeping form of Brad a weak smile.
"He's been here ever since you passed out back at Dr Barnaby's lab. Between Frank getting locked in with those evolved zombies and you getting so sick it's been pretty hectic." Emily explained as she moved to a scratched table, returning with a paper cup and a bottle of water. "Before I go on you should have some water." She told me, handing me the cup and without any hesitation I swallowed half of it. "Take it easy." She added when I coughed, bringing up some of it.
"Yeah...good advice." I coughed, wiping my mouth on my sleeve before I handed the cup back. "Wait what was that about evolved zombies?"
"It's a story for another time but Frank's safe along with Dr Blackburne who agreed to tell us everything she knows in exchange for safe passage out of Williamette." Emily said, setting the cup back on the table. "Yeah like that's going to happen. Anyway you caught yourself on something and the wound got infected. If Brad hadn't noticed how sick you were becoming..." She trailed off and I swallowed, remembering when I ripped my sleeve on the metal.
"Who did I hear arguing about me?" I asked and she raised an eyebrow, confused until I pointed to the doorway. "Someone mentioned me and taking care of me."
"Oh...that was Kate. When you came back feverish and barely conscious I thought that you might have been bitten by one of those infected. I'm sorry but the symptoms you presented pointed towards the zombie virus. If I hadn't seen your wound clearly after Brad begged me to check again Kate might have...put you down." Emily explained and I shivered, clutching the blanket underneath me.
"T...thank you, Emily." I whispered and she sighed when I quickly brushed at my eyes not surprised to see fresh tears leaking from them. "Brad..."
"Let him rest. He's been here with you for hours, not sleeping just waiting for you to wake up. Convinced that you were going to turn, Kate brought her machete into the room. Brad raced in here and after I followed him I saw Kate standing over you while you were passed out her machete raised."
Seeing me with my eyes wide she gently patting my left shoulder. "It's okay, Bridget. Brad knocked her over taking out the curtain, really a bedsheet to give you some privacy, before he blocked her path. If I hadn't interveined they would probably still be fighting." Emily finished, watching as I smiled at her. "When I sided with Brad, Kate stomped off with a sour look on her face and Brad grabbed the only chair that wasn't broken, planting himself in this room."
"So he didn't leave me." I muttered and she nodded, sighing when I yawned. "Don't mind if I copy him and take a nap." Helping me back I watched as Emily moved to the drip, checking the IV before she turned back to see me closing my eyes.
I came to when I heard someone sneaking around my room and as I slowly opened my eyes I found myself nose to nose with Brad whose cheeks reddened finding me staring at him. Straightening he gave me a grin but his eyes were slightly red and I sighed, accepting his help as he gently placed an open palm against my back. Helping me sit up he waited until I gave him a nod before he started to talk.
"You made me think you were dying, changing into one of those things out there." Brad muttered and I lowered my head rubbing at my cheeks as he stared at me his eyes never leaving my face.
"Brad, I'm sorry." I whispered, sitting hunched over in the makeshift bed my friends had given me when I had passed out due to my injury and the resulting infection. "I caught my sleeve when we were trying to escape that horde of zombies and when I tried to pull myself free I cut myself. It really stung and it bled a bit but I thought I'd be fine, at least for a little while until we..." I trailed off when he raised his left hand, his gaze on me and only me.
"Bridget, I thought you were going to turn and that I'd have to...put you down like those monsters out there. If Emily hadn't found that infected cut on your arm and given you a shot...well, we wouldn't be having this converstation would we?" He tried to smile but I saw him, just for a split second swallowing and I sighed. "You made me think you were going to die and come back as a zombie. That this time I'd be leaving without you."
Moving as close as I could I grasped his hand and Brad just blinked as I brought his hand up to my cheek. Right then he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks, the ones I'd been trying to hold back ever since I woke and found him sleeping in a chair beside my bed. One he'd most likely snuck into my room while I was feverish and barely conscious.
"I don't want to lose you, not after everything we went through to escape Los Perdidos and not now." Brad answered after watching me silently crying for a few seconds and I nodded, trying hard not to sob as he gently patted my hand. "Now I'm going to get you some water and then you are going to get dressed. We still need to escape Williamette and I'm not leaving here without you." He promised, climbing to his feet though not without giving my hands a light pat.
As soon as he exited the room I buried my face in my hands, weeping as Brad sagged against the wall inches from the open doorway running his hand over his face as he let out a shaky breath.
Eventually I swallowed, wiping at my eyes before I decided that now was as good a time as any to get dressed. Walking however proved a little harder than I thought and when I slipped from the bed I ended up falling to the floor, smacking my knees on the cold floor.
"Oh really?" I snapped at myself, grasping at anything within range to pull myself up. Finding nothing I growled at myself only to blink as someone stepped through the open doorway with a faint smile on his face.
"Bridget, what are you doing on the floor?" Brad asked and I rolled my eyes as he walked directly to where I had ended up. "Come on up you go." He added, setting down the bundle he'd been carrying onto the bed before he knelt beside me. Red-faced I chose not to protest when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders lifting me up from the extremely cold floor and as he half-walked and half-carried me towards a small roomI swear I heard him chuckle.
"There now do you think you can get dressed without falling on your rear a second time?" Brad teased and I snorted at him my back turned so that my boyfriend couldn't see my two red cheeks. "Bridget, are you okay?" He sighed and I turned around to face him shaking my head.
"Not really. Thought I was turning into a zombie and now I can't even walk without falling on my arse." I replied and he just smiled, stepping forward with a shirt tucked under one arm. "Now what?"
"If you'll stop complaining I can help you dress. Now underwear first." Brad explained and I just shrugged, holding my arms at my sides so he could help me into my bra. Once he did I watched on with faint interest as Brad grabbed my shirt from the clothes bundle next, slipping it on before he started to button the front of the shirt, whistling as he did. I didn't react at first until he reached for my underpants only to see me sit heavily on the bench behind me and he raised an eyebrow. "You feeling okay?"
"Just a little woozy but I'll be fine." I pointed out and he waited until I nodded towards my underpants and my jeans. "Whenever you're ready, Brad." I sighed and he nodded slipping the underpants on before he grabbed the jeans. Pulling down the zipper he carefully slipped them over my legs. As he pulled them up I found myself feeling a little dizzy so I leant my head forward, nearly slipping off the bench when I leant too far. Afraid I might fall off the bench I quickly rested my head on one of Brad's shoulders to keep myself upright.
"Bridget?" Brad whispered, freezing the second he saw me pitch forward and I let out a shaky breath. "Do you feel dizzy or nauseous?" He asked and I sniggered despite almost falling on my face this time.
"Have you been listening to Emily again?" I teased and he gave me a weak laugh, pulling the jeans the rest of the way once I lifted my head back. "I'm going to be fine. Just not ready to be doing anything strenuous like walking." I assured him and he gave me a one-armed shrug, his fingers moving to the zipper of my jeans again. Though as he started to zip me up he paused and I looked down when I felt his thumb lightly brush my shirt, sliding it up enough to reveal my belly button. He knelt for a brief time and I shivered when he gave my exposed stomach a light brush with his lips.
"B..Brad?" I whispered and he raised his head his eyes staring directly into mine. "Talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong."
"S...sorry. Just thinking about things." He muttered, his fingers moving back to the zipper though he he stopped this time when I grasped his hands in mine. "Bridget, I thought you were going to die...and..." For the first time I saw his eyes welling and I sighed, pulling him close enough so that he could rest his head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you were going to lose me. I'd never hurt you like that but I was so sick and I couldn't talk. First time I've been quiet since you met me huh?" I tried to joke and he raised his head, eyes wet with unshed tears before his mouth darted forward and I felt his warm lips on mine. Surprised I didn't react until his mouth moved further down to kiss my throat and I tilted my head back, my right hand desperately grasping for something to keep me steady.
Brad moved even closer his knees brushing the bench I was propped up on and I sighed relaxing as my outstretched hand found his left shoulder. I was soon grateful that I had his shoulder to steady myself as my grip tightened the second I felt his lips moving further down his breath warm on my slightly cold body.
In between his warm kisses I could hear Brad whispering to me, his words muffled when his tongue darted into my left ear. His hands wandered my body, his fingers digging into my jeans at one point before he started to slide them down over my legs. I didn't mind even kicking them off and he threw them aside, cupping my chin before he kissed me so hard we were both gasping when we broke apart, red-faced.
"Bridget, are you sure you want to...do this? I'd understand if you wanted to wait until after we're safe. Plus you're still weak from your illness and..." Brad panted and I responded by wrapping an arm around his neck before I pulled him against me, kissing the base of his throat. At first Brad was very careful not to be too rough but when I scrambled for his own jeans he blinked at me, eyes widening as I gripped his zipper with trembling fingers.
Moving my hands away gently, Brad unzipped himself before he tossed his own jeans into the growing pile on the floor. It wasn't until his fingers brushed the waistband of his boxers that he froze and I blinked as he spun around, kneeling beside his jeans.
Watching him hurriedly digging through the pockets of his jeans made me tilt my head to one side, curious despite wanting him to hurry up. When he gave a triumphant shout I couldn't help giggling when he climbed to his feet, now holding a silver packet in one hand.
"Oh you won't be laughing soon, Bridget." Brad growled once he noticed how badly I was giggling. Pretending to be angry he stomped over and I snorted with laugher as he struggled to open the packet, tearing it open just as I was being to calm down. With an casual grin he slipped the condom on and I watched with wide eyes as he darted forward, capturing my lips as his hand grasped my backside. Then we were groaning in unison as Brad slipped inside me, my arm draped around his shoulder as he gave me a tiny smile.
"Guess...you were right." I whispered and he nodded, leaning in close enough to kiss me before he started to move. "You're wonderful." I groaned, burying my face in the nape of his neck as he started to make love to me.
A few feet away Frank tapped his metal baseball bat against the cold hospital floor, shaking his head at the door to Bridget's room. "How long does it take a woman to get dressed?" He complained and Emily clipped his right ear with the base of her own weapon, a glowing blue sword.
"Oh be nice, Frank. Bridget probably just needs a few more minutes to recover from her injury and then we can go. Besides with Brad helping her get dressed they shouldn't be too much longer." Emily scolded and he just snorted, rubbing at his now sore ear with his fingers.
In the silence that followed Frank became aware of a sound coming from the direction of Brdiget's room. Being as quiet as possible he listened for a few more seconds trying to work out what he was hearing but once he realized what it was he clamped a hand over his mouth
Seeing Frank grinning from behind his hand Emily raised an eyebrow at him, concerned until he managed to get his laughter under control. "Don't look now but Brad's doing a lot more than helping Bridget get dressed." He coughed and Emily went quiet, listening carefully.
Once a series of loud grunts and groans, along with the occasional moan, were audible to her ears Emily's face turned completely red and with a huff she dragged Frank away from the hallway.