She continued to softly wipe away the blood until there was none left on his skin. She noticed the empty stare he developed, and the overall emptiness of, well... him. She set the rag aside, looking him over, seeing how absolutely blood soaked his clothes were. She wanted to help him as he didn't seem so inclined to take care of anything right now, it was as if he hardly even existed anymore. It concerned her, but she doubted that he would answer her if she were to try and acknowledge him, so she didn't say a word. She gently placed her hand on her cheek, her thumb brushing an eyelash away that had settled under his eye, biting her lip in thought. After a moment, she stood.<br/><br/>She brushed her hands off on her pants and gently grabbed his arms, slowly pulling him up with her. She needed to get him out of these clothes, there was no reason for him to remain blood soaked for the remainder of the night. She wrapped an arm around his back and carefully walked him to the bedroom, looking up every now and then, seeing his stare glued to the ground. She sighed softly and sat him on the edge of the bed, walking behind him and sorting through his things, finding some clean clothes for him to wear. Normally, it may not be the biggest deal, but the sheer number of times he shot Clyde had sufficiently soaked through ever layer he had. Everything would need to come off. She walked back to him, clothes in hand and set them on the bed next to him. She looked him over for a moment, seeing him staring to the ground yet again and bent down.<br/><br/>She hooked her fingers under the hem of his shirt, slowly and carefully inching it up his body. She wanted to be sure to not accidentally set him off, as he seemed so fragile right now, she was afraid to break him. "Lift your arms." Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper as she helped him pull his arms out of the sleeves. Once that was finished she held the collar of the shirt and gently lifted it off his body completely, some of the blood staining her hands. She didn't care. She simply walked to the kitchen and tossed his shirt into some water. She walked back into the bedroom, wiping her hands on her pants. She saw a little bit of the blood smeared onto his skin, so she gently ran her thumb over his chest to rid of the red spot. She reached across him and unfolded the shirt she had grabbed, gently slipping it over his head. She carefully, one at a time, slipped his arms through the sleeves, pulling the shirt down his torso. She smiled lightly to him, though her smile dropped when his stare remained empty.<br/><br/>She stood up, knowing that everything had to come off. She bent down next to him, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops, tossing it aside to the floor. After she untied and removed his shoes, she slowly unbuttoned his pants, looking up to make sure he was alright before resuming. She had him lift for a moment so she could push the fabric past his hips. Her eyes would continuously flicker up to him, making sure he wasn't protesting as she pulled the material down his legs. Once she had successfully removed them, she walked out and tossed them in with his shirt. She came back a moment later, grabbing the sweatpants which she had found, bending down again. She did not trail her eyes over his exposed skin, she felt that would be rude. But either way, she did not mind. This wan't simply him naked in front of her, she was doing this for him, he needed some help right now. She slipped his feet through the legs of the sweatpants before coaxing him to his feet one last time. She pulled the pants up his waist, letting go once it was level with his hips. After she had done that, she looked him over, brushing something off his shirt and looking back up to him, a soft smile on her face.<br/><br/>"There, that's a lot better, huh?" She rubbed his arm softly, sitting him back on the bed, kneeling in front of him. "Same Arc, different clothes, that's all. Oh, and don't worry, if there is anything a girl is good for it's getting blood out of clothes." She laughed lightly, thinking a little bit of humor would do him some good.