He'd spent all week thinking about what his parents had said, and he'd gradually come to realise just how many problems he had in his future.As a sixt...een year-old kid, he was just so powerless. If he was eighteen, he could marry her, and between them they could adopt the kids or something. Actually, he could marry her now, maybe. That might solve her immigration status. The problem was that you could only get married at age sixteen if you had parental consent. Where would this leave Shahia?. Sure enough it was Sue, who immediately started to tell us all about Steve's condition. She confirmed that he was still under heavy sedation as the doctors were worried about a possible concussion. However, Mercy had assured them that he was OK, and although they obviously thought it very strange, they had agreed to give him another brain scan. If this was satisfactory, they would start bringing him around at midday. Assuming that he seemed to have all his faculties when they did, they might be. Rayne wailed a long, low lament of absolute, wretched pain. She felt the blade as it plunged into her master, felt it as surely and keenly as if it had been plunged into her own flesh. Her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees as if felled. Jarren looked at her with astonished eyes as Crew pushed the blade down as far as he could, until it would go no deeper. He stood, leaving the blade skewering the two together, his eyes devoid of any emotion. ‘I’m… sorry… love…’ Jarren managed to say. You always were to me, and now, even wearing bear shit and mud, you’ve made it into ‘gorgeous’ in my book. So don’t you try to give me any trouble, or I’ll just tell Rosa that I’ll gently wash your motorcycle and she can hose you off. Your choice – and the hose is cold water only- pumped straight outta the Cascade reservoir and not heated at all – not like the shower would be.’ Craig tilted his head, trying to figure it out, ‘So… if I do this right… then it’ll be you gently washing me off, I’m.