[From
here.]
Despite his initial reluctance to get out of bed, Harvey was still one of the first people out into the hall. He didn't know if everyone else was just being lazy or if it was because he hadn't spent as much time getting all his belongings in order, but it didn't really matter. It was better this way, when he didn't have to slip around people or endure bewildered looks from people when they saw his face.
While he'd taken off those bandages like he always did, his shoulder and hand remained wrapped up. The bandages were already stained brown with dried blood, the sort of thing that would have turned stomachs if everyone here hadn't already gotten used to it.
Harvey ran a hand down the good side of his face, wondering when this could ever come to an end. Would it, or would they just destroy themselves more and more until there was nothing left?
He wasn't sure if his thoughts had ever been this morbid, before the accident. Maybe back then he'd just tried to act like they weren't. In the end, though, it was a pointless thought process, and he forced himself to make his way out of the block.
[To
here.]