God she was annoying. I just wanna shower. I wonder how long it's been since I showered. I probably smell awful. The nurse comes into my room.
"Hi honey, how ya feeling?"
"I'm alright, I guess. Can I shower?"
"Absolutely. It's in that room over there."
She says pointing the other side of the room.
"Okay. Thank you."
"Uh wait."
She says as she pulls out a paper bag with clothes.
"This is the outfit you came here in. We washed it and everything. Umm.. I'm gonna get a basket, that has a wash cloth, soap, deodorant, and all that stuff. I'll be back. Alright hun. Hang tight."
I let her leave and get the stuff. At least I have an outfit. I have to be greatful for that at least. She comes back with a little basket that has a bunch of stuff. And her purse?
"Here you go hun." She says as she hands me the basket. She's digging through her purse.
"Here, lotion and perfume. You can keep it."
"Awe. Thank you so much." She gives me a big hug and then leaves.
She's so sweet.
I get up and head to the bathroom. It's all white and it looks pretty normal. The shower doesn't really have a tub. More like a square with a 2 inch high border. But whatever. Showers a shower. I take off this nasty hospital gown and observe my self in the mirror. I have burns on my arms. Jesus Christ. My skin is pale, I look miserable. Bags under my eyes. I look like I haven't eaten in days. Honestly, I could go for a turkey sandwich. I walk to the shower and turn it on. I go in. And I let the water just pour down on me. It feels great. I grab the little bottles of shampoo, conditioner and soap and the wash cloth. And I proceed to shower. I wash my hair and everything. And I feel great. Physically. Not mentally or emotionally. I get out the shower and dry off and get the clothes that were in the bag. Grey leggings, a baggy maroon tshirt, a Victoria secret lace, mint green bra and a matching thong. Cute as fuck. And a pair of grey socks. I brush out my hair and get dressed. I might not feel great, but I don't look terrible anymore. Like the doctor said, think positive.
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Escape
Action"I really have to get out of here. let me go home." "Oh, Lucid, hunny.. this is your home now. I'm sorry."
