Jennifer frowned as she crept from the closet.<br/>"Max, we have to go. they will be here in a little bit and you will be in trouble. You know what Olivia Desert Rose said about implicating you in a charge of statutory rape. Plus, there are people from the compound who are dead and you were the last person to have been with them. Come on, Max,. Can you get up?" Jennifer begged.<br/><br/>Max tried. He sat up and grasped the bed rails but with a groan turned stark white. Jennifer slipped under his hand.<br/>"Breathe, Max. Slowly, breathe."<br/><br/>He groaned.<br/><br/>"We have to find you some clothes." she said. She spied his pants and they seemed to be fine but his shirt was no where. Jennifer racked her brain then realized he would be able to wear her hoodie. It was several sizes too big for her. That would be brilliant actually.<br/><br/>Max seemed to be more stable so Jennifer backed away and pulled the hoodie over her head.<br/>"Here, put this on and I will help you with the pants."<br/><br/>Max shrugged into the hoodie, groaning as he moved his arms. Jennifer slipped the legs of the jeans over his feet and pulled them up as high as his knees.<br/><br/>"Hurry, Max. Hurry, We have to get you out of here." Jennifer was frantic. She found his shoes but no socks. These she put on him and tied the laces. He slid off the bed and nearly fell. Jennifer almost went down with him but he managed to pull up his jeans and Jenn fastened them. Then, she tucked in her pink tee shirt and pulled her jeans up. Suddenly she was transformed from a boy to a shapely young woman. To add to the effect, she pulled loose her braid, fluffing her black curly hair around her face.<br/><br/>"Pull the hood up, Max. It will cover the bruises. There is an exit just around the corner from this door. Hurry. We have to go."