She could feel Dex watching her too, but she felt so ashamed--both for disregarding her friends' advice, and for having been unable to prevent Azazel from taking advantage of her. She couldn't bring herself to look at Dex, no matter how badly she wanted things to be all right between them, only stealing a glance when his back was turned. What could she say to him now?
She reached for the antiseptic, not sure if she could stomach the thought of being touched by anyone, but her hands was shaking. The sports tape and bandage on the left one had come partway loose, quivering like a leaf. Her glove was missing. The demon-scar itched. She pulled her hand away and tucked it close to her body, hugging herself again. The antiseptic wipe seemed somehow inadequate to make her clean.