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damned_institute2011-08-21 01:09 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2011-08-21 01:09 pm
Day 58: Men's Showers (Second Shift)
By the time that breakfast had ended, Michael didn't really know what to think.
The good part of him -- the part that went to church every Sunday and prayed that he could find justice for his clients -- wanted to feel for those two boys. They were going through Hell (and not the literal kind that they were thinking of) and he really did hold out hope that they would get their acts together. But the rest of him wanted to forget all about them and focus on himself. They weren't his responsibility anymore, now that the case had been dropped. The very idea of a killer had been a fantasy, after all. It wasn't his job to worry about them.
He certainly wasn't some guardian angel, either. He had never signed up for that and he had no idea why his mind had decided that was the case. Figuring that out was probably his key to getting healthy again, but it seemed like an uphill journey at this point.
Either way, it was good to get away from Matt and Eric. He needed some breathing room, some time to just let his mind clear out all of that crazy angel and demon stuff. Being religious was one thing; this was another, and he knew it wasn't right. He tried not to think about what his parents probably thought of him, but for all he knew they weren't even aware that he was here. In fact, Michael couldn't even remember who had admitted him. It was possible he'd just brought himself here.
A shower sounded like a real blessing, though, and he didn't hesitate to strip out of the uniform and find shelter under the hot spray of one of the shower heads. It was definitely more than just washing off; it felt like a cleansing experience, like he was scrubbing the very idea of Castiel out of his skin. He knew it wasn't that easy, that he could relapse at any point, and yet he tried anyway.
However, once he'd washed his body and shampooed his hair, he realized that he needed to give up the shower space for someone else who might need it. As much as he would have liked to spend the entire shift there, he did the right thing and went back to get dressed once he was finished, heading out into the Sun Room on a soldier's heels.
[To here.]
The good part of him -- the part that went to church every Sunday and prayed that he could find justice for his clients -- wanted to feel for those two boys. They were going through Hell (and not the literal kind that they were thinking of) and he really did hold out hope that they would get their acts together. But the rest of him wanted to forget all about them and focus on himself. They weren't his responsibility anymore, now that the case had been dropped. The very idea of a killer had been a fantasy, after all. It wasn't his job to worry about them.
He certainly wasn't some guardian angel, either. He had never signed up for that and he had no idea why his mind had decided that was the case. Figuring that out was probably his key to getting healthy again, but it seemed like an uphill journey at this point.
Either way, it was good to get away from Matt and Eric. He needed some breathing room, some time to just let his mind clear out all of that crazy angel and demon stuff. Being religious was one thing; this was another, and he knew it wasn't right. He tried not to think about what his parents probably thought of him, but for all he knew they weren't even aware that he was here. In fact, Michael couldn't even remember who had admitted him. It was possible he'd just brought himself here.
A shower sounded like a real blessing, though, and he didn't hesitate to strip out of the uniform and find shelter under the hot spray of one of the shower heads. It was definitely more than just washing off; it felt like a cleansing experience, like he was scrubbing the very idea of Castiel out of his skin. He knew it wasn't that easy, that he could relapse at any point, and yet he tried anyway.
However, once he'd washed his body and shampooed his hair, he realized that he needed to give up the shower space for someone else who might need it. As much as he would have liked to spend the entire shift there, he did the right thing and went back to get dressed once he was finished, heading out into the Sun Room on a soldier's heels.
[To here.]
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And for a conversation in the shower, it wasn't as awkward as it could have been. If he'd still thought he was ZEX, then things would have probably gone a lot worse. Although he probably wouldn't have felt as selfconscious as he still did, at least.
"Yeah, maybe..." Max was sure he wasn't doing it to himself, but he didn't really have any other explanation that made sense. The fact it only seemed to be happening to him didn't really help. "I don't really know how anything around here works anymore..." It hadn't been like this the last time he'd 'woken up'... but he'd be okay, no doubt. If he kept people around him anyway. "My room is M66!" It was much more pleasant to think about meeting a friend later than what the deal with this entire place was. "Uh, what's yours? In case something comes up, or something..." You never know, and what could it hurt, really?
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Because when it came down to it, Peter could never turn away from someone who was in need. Even if all it turned out to be was the guy clawing at his own face, that was still something that should be addressed. And if it was more than that, then Peter wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"M66, got it. Mine's M24, but don't worry, I'll come to you." It's not like it was far to go. Nathan's room was in that block at one point, so Peter knew exactly how to get there. With that important bit of information exchanged, though, it seemed like the shift was wrapping up and they were both going to need to dry off and get changed. "I'll see you tonight, Max," Peter said as he turned off his shower head, giving the other man a wave and then heading back to the changing area.
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"See you later..." A little late, and probably unnecessary, but oh well. Peter probably wouldn't mind. Max went to get dry himself, which was going to be a frustrating process if the tenderness of his many scratches was any indication. At least the night was one thing he didn't have to worry about now!