Day 26: Women's Showers (second shift)
Momo's mind was whirling with the things Kimbley had told her at breakfast about Mustang. She really didn't know what to think. Kimbley seemed so... happy, almost, to be telling her about the things Mustang had done and then there was the fact that she hadn't seen anything from Mustang himself to indicate that it might be true. But Momo knew her judgement in the past with men that hid themselves wasn't exactly stellar...
Hearing the intercom go off, Momo perked up just a bit from her dour mood at the prospects of bathing. As her doctor wasn't quite ready for her yet, she did have therapy this shift, the shinigami convinced the nurses to let her bathe until her presence was required.
Stepping into the room, she frowned a little seeing there weren't any baths and the shower system appeared to be of a Western design. She should have expected it, but with her bandages, the showers were going to make getting clean much harder. No one else was there, yet, and as she disrobed carefully, the nurse offered to help her wash, taking in the bandages on her neck as well as torso.
How demeaning...
Momo politely declined and, after being warned to keep her bandages dry by the nurse, took her towel and wash cloth to a shower unit off to the side. She fumbled for a moment with the unfamiliar controls, but soon got a gentle warm spray going. She was fairly certain she'd be able to keep the bandages dry, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to wash her hair.
Running a hand through the shoulder-length black locks, she scowled. Her hair really needed washed.
Hearing the intercom go off, Momo perked up just a bit from her dour mood at the prospects of bathing. As her doctor wasn't quite ready for her yet, she did have therapy this shift, the shinigami convinced the nurses to let her bathe until her presence was required.
Stepping into the room, she frowned a little seeing there weren't any baths and the shower system appeared to be of a Western design. She should have expected it, but with her bandages, the showers were going to make getting clean much harder. No one else was there, yet, and as she disrobed carefully, the nurse offered to help her wash, taking in the bandages on her neck as well as torso.
How demeaning...
Momo politely declined and, after being warned to keep her bandages dry by the nurse, took her towel and wash cloth to a shower unit off to the side. She fumbled for a moment with the unfamiliar controls, but soon got a gentle warm spray going. She was fairly certain she'd be able to keep the bandages dry, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to wash her hair.
Running a hand through the shoulder-length black locks, she scowled. Her hair really needed washed.