Day 29: Men's Showers (2nd Shift)
It took some convincing for the nurses to let him head to the showers, and he knew that he'd be watched. That was what he got for losing his temper, yet somehow he still didn't regret punching the previous nurse. Renji stayed silent as they moved through the halls, though, concentrating on walking in a relatively straight line.
He hadn't been joking about how much he wanted a shower; he was practically stripping the clothes off before he was quite in the room. As expected, no one else was there, which made things even better as far as he was concerned. He picked the closest shower and turned it on.
It hurt. He hadn't expected that, but the water falling on him felt like an array of knives, scraping endlessly on his raw nerves. Pain, he could live with. He'd rather be clean.
Back to the door, Renji leaned, hands against the wall, fingers tight and white knuckled. For now, the water simply ran down his hair, his shoulders. He closed his eyes and did his best to let his tension, worries, and the mental fuzziness from the drugs follow the water down the drain.
He hadn't been joking about how much he wanted a shower; he was practically stripping the clothes off before he was quite in the room. As expected, no one else was there, which made things even better as far as he was concerned. He picked the closest shower and turned it on.
It hurt. He hadn't expected that, but the water falling on him felt like an array of knives, scraping endlessly on his raw nerves. Pain, he could live with. He'd rather be clean.
Back to the door, Renji leaned, hands against the wall, fingers tight and white knuckled. For now, the water simply ran down his hair, his shoulders. He closed his eyes and did his best to let his tension, worries, and the mental fuzziness from the drugs follow the water down the drain.