Just an office

Kirstin was writhing and clawing at the seams of her clothing, the soaked fabric grinding uncomfortably against her flush body as she lay on the sofa. You couldn't deny she was feverish and her skin's reddish tinge was an uncomfortable reminder of the demons roaming outside the church. There wasn't anything you could do about the souls already lost to their hellish lust, but you prayed silently to God that Kristin wouldn't be one of the damned.

Sensing your concern Isabel squeezed your hand, also worried. Accepting her strength, your thoughts turned to the parable of the Good Samaritan and you began to feel guilty about your hasty judgement of the raven haired woman earlier. She'd been strong and cared for the other girls when your thoughts had only been on your sister. Resting you head against her shoulder, you felt a faint indescribable hope for something more.

“I should undress her.” You hear a voice echo from a distance.

“Good idea,” Isabel chimed in, “I'll see what the others are doing.” As she turned around to leave, there was a tug at your heart. Even as you wanted to reach out, you couldn't and watched her close the door behind her with a click.

“Soooo...do you like her?” The already slurred question was made more difficult to decipher by Kirstin's teasing tone. She was sitting up, but still tugging at the edges of her clothes.

Not certain if you could answer or even if you'd like the answer, you instead offered a vague observation to satisfy your psychic sister “Can see why you're friends.”

“Yhea.” She sighed wistfully.

Pressing your advantage, you steered the conversation away. “Your clothes are filthy, there should be a blanket you can use before we can find a new set of clothes.” There was wardrobe behind the office desk, otherwise, the church ran a charity drive for old and used clothes where you and Mary could maybe find something left behind.

Kirstin rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, mother.” Her pouting lips breaking away into a giggle, unable to maintain the serious expression.

“That's Mother Superior to you, sister.” Playing along with a mock taunt. Kirstin replied with a shoe, landing with a thud on the floor after you had narrowly avoided the projectile launched with surprising strength - she clearly felt better. Kirstin still winced at the exertion however and allowed you time to disarm your sister's other foot before she could recover. Smiling triumphantly, you were disappointed when she hid her shameful defeat behind the shirt half-way off her body.