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May 05, 2005 14:06

Amy had locked herself into the bathroom the instant it had become clear that Ethan didn't plan on vacating the bed anytime soon.

Her insides ached, and she sat doubled-over on the toilet, scraggly strands of hair caught between her fingers as Amy's head lolled in her hand.

Later Amy crawled to the tub, wrinkling her nose at the offensive smell of the toilet. She flipped the taps on, barely able to straighten herself to lift the extravagant evening dress over her shoulders. As the tub filled, she scrambled through the drawers for some kind of first aid kit, but all she could find was little bottles of shampoo and individually wrapped soaps.

"Jesus" She muttered, leaning on the door for a second and considering wether she could handle whatever Ethan would have to say to her this time. No. She could put up with the wrist a little longer.

With a splash and a groan, Amy tumbled into the water, which was too hot against her overly sensitive skin. Jamming on the cold tap, the change in temperature was almost painful, but she soon managed to cool the water to a comfortable warmth.

Collapsing against the side of the tub, Amy propped her good arm over the side to hold herself up, allowing herself something of a rest.
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