Scrubbing
She knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Aaron is everything alright?"
She couldn't hear anything and he didn't answer so she kicked in the door. She found Aaron in the bath scrubbing himself.
"Jesus Christ, Aaron, you scared the hell out of me! Why didn't you answer me? It's been two hours," she shouted trying to calm her heart rate.
She then realised he'd never once looked up so she turned back to him. She noticed he was cleaning himself almost in a trance-like state and whispering to himself. She also saw he was shivering. No surprise she thought as the water must be freezing by now.
She kneeled down beside him and heard him chanting, "I can't get it off, and I can't get it off me." She could see his skin was red raw so she snatched the sponge off him.
He finally turned to look at her but there was a haunted look in his eyes. "Aaron, you're scaring me. What can't you get off you?" she asked gently unplugging the bath.
"She touched me, Emily. She kissed me all over my chest. She cupped my balls. She gave me a blow job. She violated me. I'm all dirty, Emily. Emily, I'm all dirty," he answered.
She helped him get out and wrapped a towel around him. "Aaron, no of this is your fault. She's gone. She can't come back." Suddenly she heard the phone go and looked at him worried. "Stay here and don't pick up that sponge. You're clean. If you scrub anymore you'll bleed."
He just nodded numbly while she ran to answer the phone.
"Hello," she picked up trying to hide the panic in her voice.
"Emily, it's me, Jessica. I was wondering if you wanted me to pick up Jack," she answered.
"Yes, please Jess. I got to go. I've got a bit of a situation here. Aaron's trying to scrub his skin off."
She hung up and ran back to find him still standing there wrapped in the towel dripping wet staring blankly into space. She sat him down and dried him being careful of his scabs. She helped him into his bath gown then took him up to bed.