Vincent slowly and painstakingly walked to their bed. He had to use the chairs and other things to keep himself upright but he did it. Once he lowered himself down to sit, Delaney came forward and helped ease his shirt up over his head and off.
She gasped when she stepped back and looked at him. Bruises were blooming on his abdomen and the unscarred side of his chest. Her hands flew to her mouth and tears filled her eyes.
"Please Love," Vincent held a hand out to her, "I'm alright it's just bruising."
"Wh-What did they do?"
"Oh Delaney, don't think about it," he shook his head sadly, "I was trying to keep them off of me. I assure you they look worse than they feel."
"I don't believe you!"
"Come here please. Come here and let me undo your dress so you can get into bed with me."
