Day 69: Male Showers

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar wasn't fond of being forced to shower with everyone else. Bathing had been a rare luxury during his recent time in Lior, (Had it really only been just over a week ago?) so he was thankful at least for the chance to wash. Just as long as he could spend the whole time facing the wall.

He washed himself quickly and quietly, taking no time to savor the warm water and steam that made him drowsy.

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[redcladidealist]

This was going to sting. Lloyd knew it, but he honestly didn't care enough not to step into the hot spray of water anyway. Looking at his throat in the mirror as he'd pulled the bandages away had shown him how bad the damage really was, dark bruises from where the monster's hand had wrapped around his neck and angry red gouges where its nails had bit into his flesh giving his skin the look of something freshly dead. He shivered at the thought, of how near that fight had been.

Despite its sting, the teen relished the heat from the water and the feel of the soap washing blood and grime away. How long had it even been since the last time he'd bathed? Not since before he'd been brought here. Was this really only the fourth day? Too long. Way too long, and he still wasn't any closer to figuring out how to get out of this place.

Taking his time to clean up, being especially ginger with his throat, it was a while before he finally emerged and started toweling off. I should go find my nurse, he thought unenthusiastically. Get new bandages. He should, but he didn't really want to. He didn't want to go back to the false concern and the lies that made up this place. The shower had given him almost an illusion of separation from it. It wouldn't last forever, he knew, but he wanted it to last, just a little bit longer.

...how long could he put it off?

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