Drabbles themed ‘A Shower’, for HP

A bone-deep chill seemed to have settled in him. He just sat there, curled up in her small bathtub staring at the wall, shivering under the warm flow of water from the showerhead. She’d set it on the ‘clean and soft’ option, instead of ‘normal’, which would have pelted down harshly on his abused back.

Gently she dabbed at the blood crusts that wouldn’t be washed away with a cloth. He flinched when she accidentally touched a bruise on his back, and curled up more tightly, shaking from head to toe. Scars stood out on his tautened skin.

Suddenly, she threw her arms around him and drew him close, holding him as tightly as she dared as hot tears fell.