And Micael's perimeter stopped spinning like a top, and then his eyes went back straight. His head had stopped swaying like soft trees and his eyes stopped rolling, and so did the rising of the water on the wooden barrel. He quickly got his crotch back into its place and dared himself to look towards the mouth the unwillingly quiet brown wooden brown barrel, and he did. "Where are y—" he uttered and then cut immediately not by any irrelevant, indifferent voice of anyone, or anything. He was hit shut by the steam coming out from his body and the scenery that had unfolded right in the very front of his eyes. The child who was asking him for his dire help, was now gone in the simplest of his glimpse. It had been filled with water, of which he could see clearly through.
It was very different, like the child and the drilling sound which he heard and the effluent coming from the steel pipe were never a thing, let alone just an illusion and a quite product of his mind. The very back of his mind and he realized that it could be just one product of his thinking that, indeed, the Jack was missing him, like a father who was missing his son imprisoned from afar, and even the sending of letter was the thing the guards would have not prohibited, but they did anyhow. His went full circles around the walls of the room he was currently, and he thought once more of the mere fact that this could be another dimension to be living into, and it was not. He got the urge to look at the tile floor of the bathroom, and there was blood. The blood kept on dripping from the laceration on his sole, of his he had felt at the very top of his nerve, and his cheeks started clenching into itself once again.
"What are you trying to say, child? I have never been known of your name, and there you are trying to make me ponder of thing I should not have," he said like a whisper towards his own ears while grabbing the tape beside the kit he brought himself inside. He too grabbed some clean and sterile gauze and a pair of shears to trim it, of which he did while his butt sat naked on the chair inside. He then unwrapped the gauze with hands unto itself and tried to wrap it right in the face of the cut on his sole, and wrapped it around with numbers of circles he had never thought of to count curiously.
And when the gauze had firmly wrapped itself into his feet, he then grabbed a pair of shea-rs and he cut himself some tape. He used his two fingers and pinched the handles of the shear and the sharp edges of the shears had hit the tape, and separated it into two, independent part of themselves, and he continued. He placed the tape back into the top beside the kit and then he attached the trimmed tape into the end of the gauze of which it had wrapped itself temporarily like a dead worm curled towards itself, and was eventually going to be uncurled like it had used to be when it was alive once. He grunted a little as the pressure from the wrap started to his wounded sole, and so he did. He looked at his wounded foot, and he uttered the quite judgment inside his head, of which that his aid had gotten into something sturdy and thin enough to fit inside his boots so that his mother would not utter anything beside his ears, and he grabbed the towel hanging from a rack beside the bathroom door.
"Honey? Where are you? We are about to alight," a slightly muffled shout came from the room beyond the bathroom door, and it was his mother's. She told him that it was getting quite a late because he was taking his very bath for a long time, which was out of the ordinary and very unnecessary for him to him think of doing, or maybe he would just miss the showers that their room had or the translucent window which adorned the bathroom door which showed a figure: A bird with different colors splitting towards the feathers attached to its tail and his head arranged like it was set ablaze by a fire bluer than the open seas he used to see when he was isolating himself from the rest of the globe, and beside the odd-looking bird was a sun which was emitting white light, like it was no natural at all and man-made, which had been the very talk of international since then as everyone knew that the sun was no different into a gas lamp:
A body full of flammable gas which had kept the lamp from burning and eventually it would burn out and release its very whimper from its very bulb.
He shrugged a little, thinking about the child which swam their wooden barrel with his head and the towel grabbed into his hands. He then patted his face with the pink towel he got from his 16th birthday from Anna way back their junior year from their Christmas party, where they had the very time of their lives, and Micael never stood the chance to be even brave enough to remember and he continued wiping himself from his back to his crotch and down to his ankles.
He then wrapped the towel around his waist tight enough he that he could across the room outside without his butt being seen by anyone else, though it was just his mother who was rummaging around, but he never took any chance into walking one with himself naked like a peeled potato with his eyes wide open like a blown casket. The door went open after the click coming from its knob, and Micael walked across the room briskly as his wrapped foot was something he should have wrapped with towel and not his waist as his mother would be much more angry than the latter, and so he traversed across the clean wooden floor while his mother approached the helper from the outside halls, of which he thanked the very gods for making it happen, and he entered his room with his head tilted and eyes looking straight down the flooring, opened his door's room, and closed it went after going past the doorway.
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