Amy released a soft sigh as she leaned against the shower wall, feeling the steam fall then rise to her face, lifting it upward and closing her eyes like a sweet dream. After all of the running, the panic, and the fear, it felt indescribably wonderful to have a simple shower once again.
I might never have had a shower, ever, had things gone differently, she thought suddenly- but then, entranced by the warmth of the water again, the thought faded and vanished, rolling away with the clouds of steam.
She had found a half-empty bottle of shampoo and, hoping Kris wouldn't mind, gently lathered and rinsed her hair, feeling the grease and grime from the sewers practically fall off. She had abandoned her clothes on the floor when she entered, and had set a new attire on the toilet where it wouldn't get wet. Miraculously, she had found some well-fitted womens clothing in one of the many crates in the hallway. The box hadn't been labelled, but she hoped that Kris just didn't have some secret fetish.
After a long and wasteful shower- almost twenty minutes of hot water, she guessed- Amy dried herself and stepped out. She took her time dressing, as well, enjoying the slow pace of her movements compared to the running and stress earlier. From the boxes, she had gathered a pair of skinny black jeans, which fitted nicely, if not a little snug; a plain white tank; a red sweatshirt with black stripes down the sleeves, which she zipped up; and a pair of black converse, which she deemed more practical for running than her ruined sandals. Letting her wet hair to drape over her shoulders, she took a glance at herself in the mirror as she grasped the door handle.
She looked as though, in these few hours, she had matured quite some bit... though not entirely in a good light. Her face was pale, and her lips turned downward, which she hadn't noticed. Her eyes, though tired, were wide and alert. She offered herself a quick smile, but stopped there- it strained her face. As she did so, her mind sparked.
It was indescribable; as though by primal instinct, she knew something was, and felt wrong. She gasped, suddenly realizing that she had been holding her breath. As she did, she felt the air replace the strange sensation, and she shuddered.
What's wrong with me?!
Biting her lip, she pulled the door open. A little worried, she walked swiftly down the hallway and turned to the make-shift infirmary, where she knew Kris was fixing himself. She peeked her head in the door without thinking of anything to say. He seemed fine- though he had an odd look on his face. A little lamely, she said simply,
"Are you okay?"
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