She sent the mother away to wash the blood from her own body.

Now he washed the blood from his face and then looked around at me.

It was a place where he could wash the blood from his body.

Something of the old life was never washed from him.

I'm sure he just wants to wash her completely from his mind and life.

It's become a way of washing the blood from their hands.

And, she knew, she'd never be able to wash the images from her mind.

Then he washed the blood from her face and neck.

"The big question is - do you wash from the top down or the bottom up?"

Water would wash the rest of the dust from the air.