(With Joan and the tattooed man, Nathan holding Josef up, Chloe carefully took off his shirt, to desperate to help to admire the magnificent body before her. She had folded it over her arm, the arm closest to Joan and followed after them. As she ran around the house, she had flung the shirt over her shoulder in order to give her arms freedom of movement. Momentarily she wondered where her jacket was but figured it was just in the back of the truck. Well, at least it wasn’t in the middle of town like her axe and Josef’s bat and guns.)
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Chloe smiled back at Isabella and nodded, “My name is Chloe.” She responded, “And I would love some juice." she added, an obvious tone of relief in her voice. She was glad that this girl was much friendlier. Finally she took the bloody shirt off of her shoulder and folded it up, placing it on the bedside table. Hadn’t the doctor said he was going to wash his stuff? Perhaps she could ask him to wash Josef’s shirt along with it? She shook her head; perhaps that would be too much to ask of him. Again, when she had the chance she would ask.