:03: Blood.

Her body is tired, sore, and struggling to stay upright and her clothes are soaked through with sweat and blood – some hers and some not. She carefully strips off tattered cloth, throwing the scraps into a pile on the floor, and drowns herself under the lukewarm water. At first she just stands there letting the bloody water run over her body until it ran clear, but soon she begins to scrub. Discordant strokes with a rough sponge that tears her skin and though the blood is long gone, she keeps scrubbing. Harsh sobs tear out of her chest, echoing loudly in the small locker room. She can feel her knees hit the tiled floor as the strength finally leaves her legs, but can't find it in her to care.

She just wants the blood off.