The minute I was in the door, I took my shirt off.
I ran back inside after hearing someone's voice call out. It was a deep, husky voice, and it sounded like a man who shouted it. I think the guy who shouted it recognized me, because he said something about me looking like that fellow who was Batman. He was in an apartment window. His silhouette was that of a man who was skinny, and there was a towel over his shoulder. Or a pair of jeans.
I leaned against the wall. Sweat was dripping down my face and bare chest, and I could feel it in my pants, too. I wanted to take off all of my clothes, and get into a shower. At one in the morning. It would be the first time in three days that I took a shower, and it might be good for me.
I turned on the shower tap and a ton of cold water sprayed onto my head, washing the sweat away. I felt more clean than I had in the last three days. A shower was exactly what the doctor ordered. If I was ever going to another doctor appointment.
After I showered, I threw on a pair of boxers and went to bed wearing just that. I simply didn't care about putting anything else on. I just needed to sleep, and forget that someone saw me out.
Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. And the next day ensured it.