Grey had managed to get Tahnee back in the house. Both of them were soaked through from the rain. He sat her on the kitchen chair and left her while he got towels to wipe the rainwater off of them. Shivers racked her body from the chill and her pain. Grey realized that hot tea was not going to make a difference now. This pain was too much. He put his arm around her waist and put the other under her knees. Tahnee laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her into their bedroom.
She helped him remove her clothes, though her hands were more of a hindrance to him. They were slow and kept missing buttons. Every move she made was lifeless. As he put her into bed, she followed along without a protest. A frown creased his forehead as he looked down at the woman with tear-stained cheeks. He did not know what to do. His own grief was great, but the fear he felt from watching Tahnee hurt so was much stronger. He had never seen her lose control. Not his Tahnee.