"Duo, this is your room." Quatre opened a heavy wooden door.
I nodded slowly, feeling physically sick.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked. "I need to get cleaned up."
Quatre gave me directions to the bathroom and handed me two towels. "I'll need something to wear." I said, looking sheepish.
Quatre nodded and left the room, returning soon after with a pair of jeans, boxers, a pair of socks and a black sweater.
"Thanks," I nodded, gathering the items he had just given me and making my way to the bathroom. I was still wearing the wet trousers, and my body felt so cold. I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. There was a heater on the wall and I pulled on the string to start it up. I opened the shower doors and turned the hot tap on. I was going to enjoy a nice hot shower. I sighed at the thought, and began to undress.
I put the cover down on the toilet and sat on it, pulling off my socks. I stood up and took off my trousers and boxers. I then began to unbraid my hair and checked if there were shampoo, conditioner and shower gel in the shower. Finding nothing there, I looked in the cupboard and found some. My gaze went to the top of the shower, were I saw steam coming from within. I smiled to myself and threw the towels over the door so I could reach them easily. I took in the bottles with me and set them down on the tiles beneath my feet. The water was unbearably hot and I jerked my body away from it, turning on the cold tap while trying to avoid scalding my hand.
I lifted my head up the water and let it run over my face, it felt fantastic after the cold murky water of that lake. I ran my fingers through my hair, cleaning out the sand and mud, lathering up the shampoo till I was sure I had an afro made up entirely of shampoo suds. I rinsed my hair, wincing a little as the shampoo stung the deep, long cut on my back. I reached down for the conditioner, worked it through, then quickly rinsed my hair and washed myself, and then turned off the water. I wrung out my hair, gathering it up in the towel, and wrapping it up above my head like a turban. I pulled on the other towel and tied it around my waist, walking out of the shower and back to my room, leaving a trail of wet footprints down the hall.
I entered my room and took off the towel from my waist, drying myself with it. I pulled on the boxers and walked over to the mirror, turning with my back to the mirror. I twisted my head to examine the deep gash in my back. It was about three inches long, a vertical gash, still leaking blood. It tickled as it ran slowly down my back. I pulled on the boxers, jeans and socks and walked downstairs where the other pilots were gathered.
Wufei raised an eyebrow when I entered. "Still half-naked I see," he commented sarcastically.
I grinned half-heartedly and asked Quatre for a bandage for my cut. He nodded and opened a cupboard, producing a long white bandage. He asked me to turn around, and began examining my cut.
"Looks pretty bad. What cut you?" he asked.
"I had to cut myself with a sharp rock. It's a long story. I'll tell you once I'm bandaged." I said.
Quatre cleaned out the wound with some antiseptic that stung me terribly, then wrapped the bandage around my torso, securing the end with a plaster.
"I'll go put a top on before I catch a cold," I mumbled, and returned to my room, pulling on the black sweater. It was cotton and it felt soft against my bruised skin. I returned to the sitting room and sat on the couch.
The other pilots looked at me expentantly. "So, what happened?" Heero asked.
"I had set up the bomb on the main hangar door, and then I walked away from it, next to the hangar wall, but some soldiers appeared. I tried to get away, and ran for a while before I saw a lake and jumped into it. They fired into the water, but the bullets missed me. The water was terribly dirty and murky, and when I got up, I felt pain on my back, and I saw I had a leech on me. I tried pulling it off but I couldn't. Then I tried rubbing it off with some sand, but that didn't work either. That's where I got the scratches from. I finally managed to find a sharp rock and ended up pulling my skin off as well as the leech." I told my story.
Quatre looked shocked. "Who knows what was in that water..."
"Well leeches were living there, so it couldn't have been all that bad," I said, more out of wanting to comfort myself than setting Quatre's mind at rest.
Trowa nodded. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Almost half past three in the morning." I answered.
"Woah... late..." he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
"Yeah. I'm going up to bed. I'm cold, I'm tired..." I nodded, heading for the stairs, with the others following me. My room was the last one in the hall, and I heard four doors closing behind me.
I entered my room and slowly shut the door behind me. It was a warm night, and I doubted I would need the blanket spread on the bed. I took off the jeans and top I had, being careful not to pull off the bandage along with it. There was a knock on the door and I called for whoever it was to come in. It was Quatre.
"Do you need some pyjamas?" he asked, looking a little embarassed at the sight in front of him... me with a bandaged torso, in boxers.
"Nah, I'll sleep like this. It's warm tonight."
Quatre nodded and walked out of the door. I grinned slyly at him as he closed the door, but his back was turned to me.
I giggled to myself and walked over to the window to close the curtains. I took a glimpse out of the window to the enormous grounds of the estate. I closed the curtains and walked over to the bed, lying down gently. I placed my head on the pillow and breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be in bed. I turned over to my side and closed my eyes, falling asleep within minutes.
I nodded slowly, feeling physically sick.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked. "I need to get cleaned up."
Quatre gave me directions to the bathroom and handed me two towels. "I'll need something to wear." I said, looking sheepish.
Quatre nodded and left the room, returning soon after with a pair of jeans, boxers, a pair of socks and a black sweater.
"Thanks," I nodded, gathering the items he had just given me and making my way to the bathroom. I was still wearing the wet trousers, and my body felt so cold. I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. There was a heater on the wall and I pulled on the string to start it up. I opened the shower doors and turned the hot tap on. I was going to enjoy a nice hot shower. I sighed at the thought, and began to undress.
I put the cover down on the toilet and sat on it, pulling off my socks. I stood up and took off my trousers and boxers. I then began to unbraid my hair and checked if there were shampoo, conditioner and shower gel in the shower. Finding nothing there, I looked in the cupboard and found some. My gaze went to the top of the shower, were I saw steam coming from within. I smiled to myself and threw the towels over the door so I could reach them easily. I took in the bottles with me and set them down on the tiles beneath my feet. The water was unbearably hot and I jerked my body away from it, turning on the cold tap while trying to avoid scalding my hand.
I lifted my head up the water and let it run over my face, it felt fantastic after the cold murky water of that lake. I ran my fingers through my hair, cleaning out the sand and mud, lathering up the shampoo till I was sure I had an afro made up entirely of shampoo suds. I rinsed my hair, wincing a little as the shampoo stung the deep, long cut on my back. I reached down for the conditioner, worked it through, then quickly rinsed my hair and washed myself, and then turned off the water. I wrung out my hair, gathering it up in the towel, and wrapping it up above my head like a turban. I pulled on the other towel and tied it around my waist, walking out of the shower and back to my room, leaving a trail of wet footprints down the hall.
I entered my room and took off the towel from my waist, drying myself with it. I pulled on the boxers and walked over to the mirror, turning with my back to the mirror. I twisted my head to examine the deep gash in my back. It was about three inches long, a vertical gash, still leaking blood. It tickled as it ran slowly down my back. I pulled on the boxers, jeans and socks and walked downstairs where the other pilots were gathered.
Wufei raised an eyebrow when I entered. "Still half-naked I see," he commented sarcastically.
I grinned half-heartedly and asked Quatre for a bandage for my cut. He nodded and opened a cupboard, producing a long white bandage. He asked me to turn around, and began examining my cut.
"Looks pretty bad. What cut you?" he asked.
"I had to cut myself with a sharp rock. It's a long story. I'll tell you once I'm bandaged." I said.
Quatre cleaned out the wound with some antiseptic that stung me terribly, then wrapped the bandage around my torso, securing the end with a plaster.
"I'll go put a top on before I catch a cold," I mumbled, and returned to my room, pulling on the black sweater. It was cotton and it felt soft against my bruised skin. I returned to the sitting room and sat on the couch.
The other pilots looked at me expentantly. "So, what happened?" Heero asked.
"I had set up the bomb on the main hangar door, and then I walked away from it, next to the hangar wall, but some soldiers appeared. I tried to get away, and ran for a while before I saw a lake and jumped into it. They fired into the water, but the bullets missed me. The water was terribly dirty and murky, and when I got up, I felt pain on my back, and I saw I had a leech on me. I tried pulling it off but I couldn't. Then I tried rubbing it off with some sand, but that didn't work either. That's where I got the scratches from. I finally managed to find a sharp rock and ended up pulling my skin off as well as the leech." I told my story.
Quatre looked shocked. "Who knows what was in that water..."
"Well leeches were living there, so it couldn't have been all that bad," I said, more out of wanting to comfort myself than setting Quatre's mind at rest.
Trowa nodded. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Almost half past three in the morning." I answered.
"Woah... late..." he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.
"Yeah. I'm going up to bed. I'm cold, I'm tired..." I nodded, heading for the stairs, with the others following me. My room was the last one in the hall, and I heard four doors closing behind me.
I entered my room and slowly shut the door behind me. It was a warm night, and I doubted I would need the blanket spread on the bed. I took off the jeans and top I had, being careful not to pull off the bandage along with it. There was a knock on the door and I called for whoever it was to come in. It was Quatre.
"Do you need some pyjamas?" he asked, looking a little embarassed at the sight in front of him... me with a bandaged torso, in boxers.
"Nah, I'll sleep like this. It's warm tonight."
Quatre nodded and walked out of the door. I grinned slyly at him as he closed the door, but his back was turned to me.
I giggled to myself and walked over to the window to close the curtains. I took a glimpse out of the window to the enormous grounds of the estate. I closed the curtains and walked over to the bed, lying down gently. I placed my head on the pillow and breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be in bed. I turned over to my side and closed my eyes, falling asleep within minutes.