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After his release from the medlab, Alistair went home, snuggled his cat, who purred happily at seeing him, and shut himself in the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
While he was in there, he thought of the usual things people thought of while showering, which was to say, nothing terribly important.
Once he was clean, he found himself gazing in the mirror. His hair had gotten overgrown--he couldn't remember the last time he'd had it cut. It wasn't as though this complex employed a barber, though it almost seemed as though they should--they had everything else, it seemed. He wasn't about to cut it himself, so he did with it what he could, attacking it with a hairbrush until it stayed behind his ears. He could, however, do something about the week-and-a-half's worth of hair on the lower half of his face, and set about carefully shaving himself clean. When one spends most of one's time either unconscious or semiconscious, one hasn't much time to think of things like shaving, and apparently they didn't have much nursing staff in their employ, either.
He wondered if he could speak to Clair--Dr. W--about that.
He wondered if the circles would go away from under his eyes.
...
He wondered who fed his cat while he was gone.
Clad in his bathrobe (which was grey) and rubbing his head with an equally grey towel, he left the bathroom to see what he could do to find the answer to that last question.
While he was in there, he thought of the usual things people thought of while showering, which was to say, nothing terribly important.
Once he was clean, he found himself gazing in the mirror. His hair had gotten overgrown--he couldn't remember the last time he'd had it cut. It wasn't as though this complex employed a barber, though it almost seemed as though they should--they had everything else, it seemed. He wasn't about to cut it himself, so he did with it what he could, attacking it with a hairbrush until it stayed behind his ears. He could, however, do something about the week-and-a-half's worth of hair on the lower half of his face, and set about carefully shaving himself clean. When one spends most of one's time either unconscious or semiconscious, one hasn't much time to think of things like shaving, and apparently they didn't have much nursing staff in their employ, either.
He wondered if he could speak to Clair--Dr. W--about that.
He wondered if the circles would go away from under his eyes.
...
He wondered who fed his cat while he was gone.
Clad in his bathrobe (which was grey) and rubbing his head with an equally grey towel, he left the bathroom to see what he could do to find the answer to that last question.