"It isn't the best," Allelujah agreed with a wry smile as he stepped under the spray, rubbing the shampoo into his hair. His forehead did feel warm he supposed, but that could just be the water. It was difficult to tell. And really, it couldn't be too bad, could it? He didn't want to waste another night in his room when he could be doing something useful.

"I'd dislike it less if the nurses didn't insist on watching in case we do something unsavoury."