Her voice shook as she spoke, the sound echoing off the cold tiles.
She reached out, nearly slipping, and turned off the faucet with trembling fingers. The stream stopped, but the tub was still full of freezing water, and his body was still frighteningly cold.
She gritted her teeth and hooked her arms beneath his, dragging him toward the edge. Victor's weight was heavy, dead weight, and she nearly fell backward from the effort. Water spilled over the rim in sheets, splashing the floor.
She dragged him out.
His wet body slid onto the tiles with a dull sound, leaving a long trail of water behind him. She pulled and pulled until she managed to get him into the bedroom, panting and shaking, her own teeth chattering from the cold.
She found a towel.
Then another.
Then a bathrobe.
