Lauralye stepped forward and took hold of the bottom of his shirt before she pulled it over his head. She did her best not to get more blood on him but at times it seemed unavoidable. When his shirt was off, she looked at him pants which seemed quite clean, "Sit," she told him before disappearing into the bathroom once more. She returned without the shirt, which she left in the tub and walked over to him. She knelt in front of him and dipped the rag into her bucket before sitting up on her knees and began to wipe away the blood and dirt on his torso.