[5] clean up

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Gladio carries me to a room, as Jared has supplies to help me. Once I was set on the bed, Gladio leaves leaving Jared and I.

"It's nice to see your Alive and somewhat well." Jared says as he cleans off the blood around my cuts. That's when I felt all the pain go through my body. I squeeze my eyes shut at the pain. From the cuts to the bruises to my sprain ankle.

"I guess...all the adre...adrenaline got my mind off this p-pain." I stutter from the amount of pain I'm in.

After a few minutes, he wraps my ankle up and my cuts. "I'll get Iris for you to have some clothes that aren't bloody and ripped up." I gave a nod before he leaves.

Seconds later, Gladio's little walks in with clothes. "Wow, you don't look so good." She frowns at the bandages on my body.

"Not as much as you think, well...maybe worse. I'm just now feeling the pain." I told her. "You're going to need to help me. And pretty sure I need a shower but that can be later."

"Of course! Just tell me if I'm hurting you." She says. I nod before taking the dress of with her help. "These are comfy so it you won't be uncomfortable." She tells me.

I gave a nod before she turns around so I can put a new bra on along with my underwear. "Okay. I need help. Can you clip it?" I ask, with my back turn to her. I felt her do as I asked. "Thank you."

"No problem!" She happily states. I grab the sweat pants before putting my left foot in carefully as I do to my right one. I then became a fish within a few seconds as I flap on the bed trying to put the pants on. Iris giggles at this, and it causes me to smile a bit.

"Found that entertaining?" I laugh with her. I then raised my arms, "I don't think we would want a half naked girl walking around here." I say, indicating to help me with the hoodie.

"That would be correct." She giggles again before helping me. "And you shouldn't be walking around. Jared said to keep you off your ankle as much as possible. And we are going to listen to him." I groan before plopping on the bed, and then groan at the pain.

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