His voice was the voice of reason. It calmed her, relaxed her over anxious mind. Although she struggled to get the borrowed clothes on, Rue managed. Thankfully, Mark was courteous, and turned about to give her privacy.
"I'm done." She told Mark. He turned, and slipped an arm about her waist. Damn did she need the support. Rue leaned against him, too tired to care. They left the bathroom, and then the gas station after Mark tipped the cashier.
He helped her into the Camaro, even reclining the seat for her so that she could rest. On the drive to her apartment, Rue tried to understand why she was attacked, and who. The painkiller slowly ebbed into effect. Mark moved his hand closer to her, as if offering her more support. She reached out for it after several moments, and touched his fingers only.
As they turned onto her street, she sensed that something was wrong...and then she saw it. Immediately, Rue sat up, the pain shooting through her body. Bearing the pain, Rue placed a hand over her mouth and fell against the seat, shielding her eyes. "Oh Mark...what do I do now?" She queried after him. Now, she had no place to live, and no means to earn a living.