[yes, I am still working on this story.]
I woke some time after noon, sore but feeling more energized than I had when Trent had woken me earlier that morning. I took a quarter hour to recount my evening and morning, recalling the names of Trent’s friends and what information I’d gathered concerning them, recalling the Trent and Forrest had gone back into the lion’s den to do business and gather belongings. Post this careful meditation, I hauled myself unsteadily to my feet and made my way into the bathroom. It was minimal, but clean and pleasantly spacious. There was a little bit of dust on the counter, indicating to me that the room – and likely, the guest bedroom as well – had not been used in some time. However, there were sufficient toiletries beneath the sink to allow me to clean up.
That shower was maybe the longest I have ever taken. I turned off the incandescent sconce on the wall, letting the light dim to the faint trickle of afternoon sunlight coming through the bedroom window beyond. There in that half-darkness, the hot water pounded over every inch of my body for maybe a half hour before I even addressed the matter of picking the scabs and tangles out of my hair. I’d incurred more minor wounds than I was formerly aware with all the excitement of the last few days. The soap stung into scrapes and abrasions all up and down my body. I could still feel the throbbing, muscle-deep bruise where the hypodermic needle had gone into my back. ( Read more... )