Getting their clothes and getting the hell out of this place should have been a simple task. Noticing there was a closet brightened Nickâ€™s sense of hope a little more, making him think that maybe this was going to be easier than he thought. Unfortunately he was wrong about that. Ericaâ€™s vomiting and the way she looked away from the closet and threw him a sick mask almost made him want to vomit again, bringing him back to reality, he put the mask on without any second thoughts when he felt the urge to vomit begin to hit him as well. The sick mask helped minimize the horrible smell of blood and God knows what else in the area but it didnâ€™t get rid of it. Nevertheless it was better than having nothing at all and it was enough to keep him from wanting to vomit, he was probably going to keep in on the remainder of his time here.<br/><br/>Before he knew it his clothes were tossed to him, barely giving him the chance to catch them before they hit the ground. He quickly changed, not caring if Erica had seen anything, just wanting to get out of this disgusting hospital gown. Once he was back in his own clothes he almost felt like a new man; good fucking riddance to that gown he was never going to touch again. He even spit on it and kicked it away with his foot out of anger. It had been a bad idea, the drugs still making their way out of his system acted up again and the room began to feel like it was spinning.<br/><br/>Somehow the fact that there was a dead person in the close did not surprise him, there was so much blood around and the place practically smelled like death, hell might as well add a few corpses to a hellish place like this. In spite of how disturbing this place was, somehow he managed to keepâ€¦ uncharacteristically calm, â€œA body? More of a reason to get the hell out of here, though I donâ€™t really knowâ€¦ if we can just get out using the front door. I donâ€™t know, itâ€™s just an odd feeling I have, you know.â€ With that it was needless to say that he was not usually the type of person to go running around like a chicken with his head cut off when in a tough situation. Sometimes encounters with unhappy clients were enough of a horror story all on their own and he has had to keep a level head as best he could, however that did not necessarily make him bold.<br/><br/>â€œI wonder if it would be as easy as just waltzing outâ€¦â€ Nick rubbed his chin in thought as he looked at the ground. Would it be? That was a good question, considering that coming down here had been far too easy not to mention once they were out they had no idea what awaited them. You could say it was exactly like heading into the unknown. Even if it did not seem like it at first it really was a scary thing and he was a little unnerved.<br/><br/>He began to walk around the lobby a bit mostly to try and walk off the effect of the drugs some more hoping that this was not permanent damage. Somehow that really would not be surprising either, part of him felt like a lab rat when they were monitoring him. It was pretty amazing that he was able to keep his cool in this, but maybe it was because there was a girl around and he wanted to keep a good impression. Allowing his fear to show though just wasnâ€™t chivalrous in his opinion. On the other hand he really didnâ€™t want to seem like some bad ass either, even if a part of him wanted to mostly for ego boosting purposes and wanting to make damn sure he didnâ€™t seem like some chicken shit, for fear that his fear would shine through either way.