gearhead73
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"Who was here?" he said sharply, the panic clear in his voice. "Who was here Joan?"
Grimes took a quick look around to make sure that there were no immediate threats coming toward them. Seeing nothing, he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He knelt in front of her, trying to get her to answer him, but she seemed hysterical.
"Joan, I need you to tell me what happened." Grimes said in a slightly lower voice.
He reached for her hand, and almost recoiled back at feeling how cold she was. Trevor looked toward the open door of her apartment. It was reckless to enter it not knowing if whoever had upset her was still there or not, but she was freezing and he needed to get her warmed up. The wind was starting to pick up and the snow was falling a bit heavier. If they both didn't get inside soon, they would an ambulance for the both of them.
Without another word, Trevor leaned forward and scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the door. It was risky, but he figured that if she was out here, whomever had been here was probably long gone.
"It's ok Joan. You're safe now." Grimes murmured softly. "We just need to get you warmed up."
He could feel her shaking uncontrollably, though he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from fear. As soon as he had cleared the threshold, he kicked the door shut with his foot. Whatever heat that had been in the space had been replaced with air the same temp as outside. He searched for her bedroom, finally finding it and walking over to the bed. He sat her on the edge of it gently and then pulled the comforter off, wrapping it around them both. He held her close to him, trying to use what was left of his body heat to warm her up.
"It will be ok Joan, just tell me what happened." he said soothingly.
Grimes took a quick look around to make sure that there were no immediate threats coming toward them. Seeing nothing, he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He knelt in front of her, trying to get her to answer him, but she seemed hysterical.
"Joan, I need you to tell me what happened." Grimes said in a slightly lower voice.
He reached for her hand, and almost recoiled back at feeling how cold she was. Trevor looked toward the open door of her apartment. It was reckless to enter it not knowing if whoever had upset her was still there or not, but she was freezing and he needed to get her warmed up. The wind was starting to pick up and the snow was falling a bit heavier. If they both didn't get inside soon, they would an ambulance for the both of them.
Without another word, Trevor leaned forward and scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the door. It was risky, but he figured that if she was out here, whomever had been here was probably long gone.
"It's ok Joan. You're safe now." Grimes murmured softly. "We just need to get you warmed up."
He could feel her shaking uncontrollably, though he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from fear. As soon as he had cleared the threshold, he kicked the door shut with his foot. Whatever heat that had been in the space had been replaced with air the same temp as outside. He searched for her bedroom, finally finding it and walking over to the bed. He sat her on the edge of it gently and then pulled the comforter off, wrapping it around them both. He held her close to him, trying to use what was left of his body heat to warm her up.
"It will be ok Joan, just tell me what happened." he said soothingly.