He gently removed the blood-soaked jumper and cleaned her.
His gaze was on the blood-soaked sand where Gabe landed.
She flipped both hands front and back and looked at the blood-soaked towel and the sleeve of her sweater.
His blue gaze swept over her, lingering on the blood-soaked clothing she wore.
By midmorning, Deidre was free. Katie grimaced as she wrapped the dismembered sleeves of her sweater around her wounds. Blood soaked the sweater quickly, and she held it over her head. Even before she stood, she felt woozy. Deidre tested herself and limped a few feet. Katie steadied her breathing to keep from dropping to her knees.