((For Aya))
When Yotan left earlier in the evening, he told Aya that he was going to the Nexus for a little bit. He was nervous, but hid it under the usual facade.
Returning, Yotan was a hell of a lot more fucked up than just nervous. He's not entirely clear on how he gets to the bathroom without running into anyone else, but the scissors in the first aid kit let him get his arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt. His dislocated shoulder doesn't like the freedom, but Yotan doesn't give a shit. He wants to wash the feel of that slimy bastard's hands off as soon as possible.
He's not sure how he ended up curled in the corner of the shower, but it takes a lot of the pressure off his arm, and the lack of pain is good. If he could just stop thinking, things would be even better.
Returning, Yotan was a hell of a lot more fucked up than just nervous. He's not entirely clear on how he gets to the bathroom without running into anyone else, but the scissors in the first aid kit let him get his arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt. His dislocated shoulder doesn't like the freedom, but Yotan doesn't give a shit. He wants to wash the feel of that slimy bastard's hands off as soon as possible.
He's not sure how he ended up curled in the corner of the shower, but it takes a lot of the pressure off his arm, and the lack of pain is good. If he could just stop thinking, things would be even better.