She grimaced and grabbed her clothes, pulling them on quietly. She still shivered after she had them on, clutching a blanket and opening the door. She pulled it over her shoulders and watched Josh. "I'll be right back," she whispered.
Josh caught her hand. "Marley...I'm sorry about the way I've been acting...my hatred for myself is no excuse for mistreating you."
She blinked at his hand, almost as if it was foreign before she curled her fingers in his. "I don't want you to hate yourself," she whispered.
She but her lip hard and nodded, still somewhat cold. "Where do I go? What do I do?"
Josh hugged her close. "For now, why don't you call who you need to be here?"
She wrapped her arms around him meekly, soaking up his warmth. "Who is that?"
She noddedisc and began looking for some.
Once he had what he needed, Josh started writing out the list. The hand he usually used was still hurt, but he was just as good at writing with his other hand.
She say on the bed and watched, pulling the blanket around her.
"I never really paid attention, are you right-handed or left?" Josh asked, glancing up at her.
Josh quirked a brow. "You mean like me?"
Josh gave a slight smile. "Someone saw it once. They told me I was ambidexterous. That it was something impressive."
Josh shrugged. "I never really had to try...I just can do it. I naturally use either hand for something. Whatever is convenient."