Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia As soon as Oliver left, Lowell felt himself relax more. He sat there a moment, just staring at the bath water before he finally moved to grab the things he needed to wash himself off. He grabbed a small hand towel and used that to get the blood out from under his fingernails before scrubbing himself down. He scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was raw before washing his hair and making himself completely clean. His back was tender to the touch and so he had to be careful about how he moved in the bath. Plus, he was a tall guy and didn't quite fit but managed to do what was necessary to get himself clean. Eventually, the water grew cold and he got out, draining out the water and just standing there a moment. His mind was blank and he just looked at everything in the room, taking in the small size and order of things. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist. Watching over to the mirror, he looked at himself and frowned a bit. He looked scraggly and not at all clean cut and sharp like he wanted to. He had far too much facial hair and that needed to be taken care of. Finding a razor, he went to the task of shaving away a lot of the excess until it was a light scruff. That was better and felt better on his face, despite the bruising along his jaw. He could feel better sensation in his feet but his legs were sore. He didn't like this feeling of weakness. He really didn't like it and he felt a rush of feeling slide up along his spine and harden it. He wanted to break the mirror but managed not to. It wouldn't solve anything. He had to be tough, to be calm. We must always keep our composure, Lowell. It doesn't matter if the entire world hates you, you must keep your composure for weakness will be what kills you. The woman's voice made his brain hurt with sharp pain but it soon wore off. He didn't like these voices. He didn't like the pain that went with them or the sudden drifting his eyes did that made him forget what was going on. Whatever this phase was, he wanted it over soon. He just wondered how long it would take. Shaking his head, he exited the bathroom, looking around to see if Oliver had disappeared. No, he could hear subtle movement and he eventually drifted into the bedroom like he was told to do in order to get clothes. He wondered briefly if they would fit and didn't really mind as long as they were warm. There was a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt so they would probably fit. He shut the door but it didn't quite close all the way, but he didn't pay it any mind as he used the towel to get rid of the extra water and walked around the room, looking at Oliver's things. He didn't touch anything but something about the room seemed too organized and pure. But the bed... The bed seemed all too inviting and it wasn't long before Lowell was sprawled out on top of the covers, just laying there and staring at the ceiling. It was warm here, in this particular spot, and he wanted to hold onto that warmth. Plus, the comforter felt good on his back and even better on his stomach when he rolled over, feeling his spine pop and loosen. Now that felt good. However, part of him realized this was a little weird and so he pushed himself into an upright position and slid off the bed. Fiddling with the clothes, he soon pulled them on and zipped the hoodie up half-way. This was much warmer than what he had been wearing. Stretching a bit, he grimaced before making himself relax. As much as he wanted to find Oliver, he kind of just wanted to stay in this room. He didn't...want it to be so pure.