Shanes weight pulled on Mark, her slumped still body foreign, cold, to him. Blood and cuts covered her, and her breathing was shallow, stressed. Coming round a few moments later, leant against his body, in the middle of the street, Shane looked around herself, her eyes tired, blurred, her body heavy. Cold. Not saying anything, she got up, Mark helping her, and she stumbled away from him. She recalled the fight that had happened just minutes ago, the coldness of her body compared to the burning and hurting, of her heart, her chest. The words that had fallen from her mouth, and that is what panicked her. The day, the spa, walking away from her job, had been because she didn't want, need, help, or anything, from anyone, and now, she was here, vulnerable, begging for help, comfort, and this scared Shane. She wiped the blood from her lips, she walked away from Mark, wordless, ignoring him when he called after her, recoiling from his touch when he gave her an arm to lean on. Wordlessly, she reached home, Mark behind her. He tried to talk, to comfort, to ask what was wrong, what had happened, if he could help, but she only ignored him. She didn't say thank you when the shower was ran, or thank you when her clothes were removed, or when her cuts were washed, dressed, Shane didn't say thank you when Mark put her to bed. Thoughts of her childhood invaded her mind, and tears fall from her eyes, and the only thing that was offering Shane glimmers of hope, were Carmen.

Carmen who misunderstood her, didn't trust her. Carmen who was sleeping with Jenny.

When Mark left her, confused to why Shane was acting like she was, on the verge of ringing the Dr. should she not return to her normal, or what was considered normal for Shane, in a few hours time. She began to write.

Her words were lies, written to comfort, confront, understand. Rules to make her better, reasons why people left. Reasons she couldn't understand, and promises she couldn't keep.

Mark watched her, cameras fliting, following her moves.

Eventually, exhausted by her emotions, her body, her spirit, Shane slept. Her dreams invaded. Shane slept for longer then she ever had. Two days passed her by, in a state of tears, panic, lists. words. waking for only minutes at a time. Forgetful. Angry.

Mark, watching her, following her, lied for her. Abused her. He did not feed her, cloth her, he just left her, cameras rolling, spying on the fragile moment. Watching the moment when Shane regained her compusre, dressed, and left her room. Pretending, to care, he spoke to her. Knowing her words were lies, and knowing where she was going. What she had done.