Kenzi took one look at herself and a frown immediately settled on her features. She was perched (well, as perched as you can be with a freaking oven-mitt snow boot hybrid for a foot) in front of the mirror in Wolfe's bathroom, examining the rats nets that used to be her hair, the way the makeup on her face was so smudged and worn off in places that she looked like a Barbie's goth edition colored by a six year old, and her body, oh boy she didn't even want to get started on that train wreck.
She'd peeled off her bandages first when Dyson had set her down (she practically had to shove him out the door to get a little me-time, and god that was way harder than it sounded, considering she was no contender in size and couldn't get a solid grip on the floor –cough cough this cast is a bitch sputter sputter- and even then he wouldn't budge an inch. Eventually he must have decided watching her became sad instead of amusing and he quietly shut the door behind him while smirking. Bitch.) and her arms were in no shape Kenzi like at all. There were red and raw with half healing horizontal cuts running from her wrists to her elbows that threatened to ooze blood every time she moved. As much as Kenzi loved a good challenge, trying-not-to-bleed-to-death-every-time-you-use-eyeliner didn't make for a very good game.
Kenzi pulled her teeshirt off next, and Dyson half wolfing out clicked. Her rib cage was more prominent than it should be and was peppered with angry bruises so much that it was more blue than white on her skin. Great, no crop tops either. And just when she'd shoplifted a really cute vest that stopped right at her mid rift. Kenzi made a mental note to find the guy who invented karma and shove the concept up his ass.
She stripped off the rest of her clothes, which really was easy (the only other thing she'd had on was a pair of black sweatpants about only eight sizes too big for her- must be her lucky day) and stepped into the shower, so beyond grateful that it didn't have a tub. The last thing she needed was to face plant and have to explain to a certain wolf just why exactly she was making out with a ceramic floor. Kenzi turned the water as hot as it would go and leaned into the water, soaking her hair into submission and scalding her already raw body.
Jesus it felt good, washing away that place. Before Kenzi could stop herself, she thought about the cuts in her arm and Julius's breath in her ear and that one awful night he'd "thought she had too many layers" oh that was the one Kenzi tried her hardest to block out. She leaned against the wall of the shower, and long overdue tears finally escaped from her eyes.