Karani drained the tub with Adara still in it. Seeing all the bruises, old and new, made Karani cry again. She covered her with a towel and stripped the dirty sheets off the bed. I stood with Adara in my arms as Karani remade the bed. I placed her on the bed gently and Karani covered her with the blankets.
I turned my back as Karani dressed her wounds, bandaged them and carefully pulled a T-shirt over her head so she wouldn’t wake up naked. I felt so many conflicting emotions at once that it was hard to make sense of.
“We should let her sleep. I’ll check in on her every now and then. I’m sure she will sleep until morning,” Karani said softly.
Karani inserted a drip into her arm, the label read sustenance. It would keep her going. Another IV bag was labeled broad spectrum antibiotics and
