The Dying Generation

Chapter Ten

I ran my fingers through my hair, scrubbing my head down with the bubbly soap. Resting against the side of the huge sink and the water that kept flowing through the faucet, it helped me keep some weight off of my ankle to not hurt it anymore.

I dipped my head backwards, feeling the bubbles leave my hair but form around my head. I rubbed my head, riding it of the soap.
I couldn't even exactly identify the type of smell, wether it was flowers or a fruity sent, I just knew it as a sweet clean smell.

I laid back the rest of the way in the water, feeling the water sweep my feet off of the sleek flooring to the point I was now floating on my back, feeling as if I was now flying. I sighed, feeling relaxed. The water turned slightly red from a little bit of the color washing out of my hair, but of course it was still a vibrant red.

A loud knock quickly took me out of my relaxed state, making my body shoot back upwards, my feet coming back down to the bottom of the sink.
Already knowing who it was and what it was about, I swam weightlessly to the side of the sink.

"Clay, are you done?" I could hear the familiar voice of Cedric.

I pulled myself onto the flat surface, out of the sink. A hand towel hung luckily within reach.
I scrambled towards it, crawling mostly, not wanting to hurt my ankle once again.
I got in the towel that hung off of the wall, hiding myself from sight.

I could hear a small click from the door and hear the very slight sounds of the door opening.
"Clay, may I come in?"

I was hidden in the towel so even if he did come in, I wouldn't have to worry about him seeing anything. Anyways, I would need help putting the makeshift splint back on.

"Yes." My small voice barely rung out, I wrapped myself up in the towel the best I could, drying myself off.
I heard the door open the rest of the way and his loud footsteps coming the rest of the way into the bathroom.

"I cleaned these the best I could for you."
His low voice calmly said.

I heard a small thud right next to where I was at in the towels. Being sure I was completely covered, I gingerly poked my head out to see my clothes laying on the sink counter near me now cleaned.

"Thank you, sir." I leaned out as far as I could, outstretching my arm as an attempt to reach it, being unsuccessful.

Seeing my struggles, he effortlessly nudged my clothes more into my reach.
"You don't have to be so formal with me. You can just call me Cedric." He looked away and focused most of his attention out the window to give me some more privacy.

Staying in the towels, I threw my shirt on, sliding it over my head. I quickly got dressed until I picked up the last article of clothing. I held it up.
The jacket Alton gave me. Shrugging, I slipped it on. I pulled myself out of the little area since I still wasn't suppose to stand yet.
"You can look now." I informed Cedric.

Hearing my small voice, he turned around, his hands rested on his hips.
He held his hand out in front of me, I almost pulled away but then forced myself to climb onto his hand. I had to grab onto his thumb when he turned towards the door a little too quickly. He walked out the door and back towards the basement door, but not without making a quick stop by the dinning room table to grab the items he needs to remake my splint for my ankle.

He went down the stairs and surprisingly passed my little glass box and to Alton's room. Throwing open the door, the bathroom door that was conjoined to the room was shut, with light shining under the door and the sound of running water. I was quickly sat down onto the bed, with Cedric kneeling down in front of me.