She sits in the car, sheet wrapped around her.
An attempt to be human again.
With empathy and compassion, two female police officers and my female partner talks to her quietly in the back of the ambulance.
Doors shut, interior lights dimmed.
Thank God we have frosted windows!
A couple of minutes later, one female police officer comes out, holding brown paper bags.
We drive around to her house, not far, to fetch some new, clean clothes.
The police left us to transport her to hospital, but left advising her not to have a shower or wash her hands.
She nodded, knowingly.
Tears wept from behind two swollen blacked eyes.
Abrasions on her face.
She looks away as the door closes behind the police officer.
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