<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dark eyes watched while the woman turned and moved back to the chair she had just been sitting in and turned it to face the corner before settling onto it. Only then did she pull herself up from the corner, each movement drawing a pained pant for air from her lips, fingers reaching out to turn the handles to start the water. She was not in the least bit happy that the woman was still in there and it had her checking back over her shoulder constantly to make sure that she had not moved.<br/><br/>Steam began to fill the air, thick clouds of white that looked like fog along the ceiling, the water hot enough to turn the pale flesh of her hand deep pink when she tested the temperature. A deep breath was taken and hands went to work peeling the urine stained hospital gown off only to pitch it to the floor away from her, a hard shudder racing down the slim line of her back. Clean, gods she had to get clean!<br/><br/>There was no slow adjusting to the hot water, she simply stepped under the spray and accepted the scalding water with a sharp hiss, hands sliding up to wash over her face and push back the heavy ebon locks. Pale skin turned bright red almost immediately, the bruises along her sides standing out all the more angrily against the near tomato shade that spread everywhere the water hit.<br/><br/>She had her routine that had to be followed, the only thing that was keeping her from bursting out into tears at being somewhere new yet again, and it began the moment her hair was fully saturated. Hair first, scrubbed seven times, fingernails raking through the tangles after each wash before tying it up into a loose knot at the base of her neck. Then the first rag was taken and soaped up, set to her skin for the first of seven washings that started at her face and worked down to the crevice between each toe, a new rag used each time she started over. Once the last wash was done, the hot water was turned off completely to allow icy cold water to hit her skin, a breath sucked in painfully at the sudden temperature change that left her shivering hard. <br/><br/>When she finally turned the water off, the towel was snatched up and wrapped around her slender frame, each twist and turn leaving her blinking past the sharp stabs of pain along her sides. She didn’t want to know how she had been injured, didn’t want anything but her own clothes and to leave. Two things she was pretty sure would not be allowed. “I need my clothes.” Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, eyes refusing to turn and look at the woman staring at the wall. </span></div>