She managed to step outside, exhaling as she felt the rain. She leaned back against the wall, tipping her head upwards and closing her eyes.
She came back in about five minutes later, her hair soaked and her skin cold. Her teeth were chattering and she began her slow return to the couch.
She looked up at him playfully, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. “Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?”
She obliged, going into the bathroom and closing the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the pink welts across her face and neck and she felt ashamed, her shoulders slumping. Taking off her clothes was a bit of a challenge, but by balancing one way and the other, she was able to shrug out of her clothes. She got in the shower, leaning against the wall before turning off the water. When it hit her body, she gasped in pain, bracing herself against the wall before slowly getting back under the water. About 15 minutes later, she got out, her limbs tired and weak as she wrapped a towel around herself.
She managed to hobble into her room, pulling on a large shirt and shorts, wincing as they passed over her wound.
She caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror and her face fell slightly and she laid back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.
