To Hell And Back
The blood stuck.
No matter how hard she scrubbed every inch of her skin, Annalise could swear the blood remained regardless, she could still see it, feel the sensation of it trickling down her skin and so she scrubbed even harder, the water running down her skin didn't help in washing it off until finally she couldn't anymore.
Annalise knew she had to be fast but she couldn't find it in her to do so. She moved sluggishly back into the bedroom, dressed in different clothes from the one her nurse had put her in and she knew that in itself might be suspicious. She had dumped the bloodied clothes into the bathtub until the blood had been washed from them. She'd tucked them still wet aside.
Finally, she settled herself on the seat by the window, propped as she'd been left and now she waited with a heavy heart.