Aria carefully leaned against the bathroom wall, her weight shifting onto her good leg. The cool tile provided a soothing feeling to her warm skin, easing the tension in her muscles.
She dropped her stick against the floor with a hollow sound that echoed through the silence.
Aria's eyes fell upon her reflection in the mirror, her eyes moving onto the worn and faded military uniform that cling to her frame.( she is not wearing her uniform jacket)
The creases and scars on her trouser's fabric told stories of sweat, blood and sacrifice. Her hand moved but she hesitated for a moment as she steeled herself for the task ahead.
Then with a deep breath and exhale, she began to open the buttons on her trousers.
One by one, each button was released with a soft click, and her injured wrist throbbed in protest, the pain shooting up her arm like a spark.
Aria gritted her teeth but she persisted. Her good hand filling in for the injured one.
Her fingers were trembling slightly, yet she maintained control in every deliberate movement. She removed the last button on her trousers and that was like the final obstacle between her and her relief.
With a gentle tug, she used her good hand to drag the trousers down, the fabric sliding slowly down her hips, revealing the tan-colored undershorts.
The bathroom's light glow danced across her skin, illuminating the tension on her beautiful face.
The trousers got caught on her injured leg, the fabric bunching around the bandage. Aria's gaze flicked to the bandage and she glares at it, wanting it to disappear totally.
Aria carefully eased the fabric down, slowly not to jar her wound. She winced as the movement pulled at the tender skin and finally, the trousers dropped to her feet, crumpling in defeat from the fierce battle with Aria. (^^)
Aria let out a soft sigh, relief washing over her in waves and her shoulders relaxed, leaning on the wall tiredly.
Her injured leg that was wrapped in a white bandage, was exposed, the bruising visible above and below the wrapping with some little blood staining the white.
Aria slowly lifted her injured leg, her muscles protesting and she quickly balanced on her good leg so she could step out of the trouser.
She stepped out of the trousers with her injured leg and the movement sent a ripple through her muscles her calf tensed but her ankle stabilized.
Now, she needed to remove the other leg, but it was her anchor and helper, it was the sole source of balance.
Her good leg was the only thing steadying her from falling and Aria's gaze dropped to the floor, her eyes tracing the outline of the discarded trouser that was still on her good leg.
She tried and repositioned her injured leg but was careful not to jar it to much. She tested the weight bearing capacity and she winced as the pain sparked sharply like a knife.
She gritted her teeth and swallowed the gasps from the pain, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The pain from her injured leg and wrist surged, a searing heat that radiated through her body.
Aria quickly raised her good leg, the movement quick despite the pain and the fabric slid down, releasing it.
Aria freed her leg from the trousers and a sense of relief washed over her but it got tempered by the agony that still lingered.
A wave of pain washed over her and she wilted, her knee buckling, more of her weight shifting onto her injured leg.
A sharp cry rose in her throat but she clenched her jaw, minimizing the pain.
Aria quickly but carefully shifted her weight onto her good leg and she raised her injured one, the motion sending a little agony through her body.
The bandage wrapped around her injured leg seemed to mock her, a stark reminder of her vulnerability. The white fabric stained with hints of red, a testament to her struggle.
Aria's gaze drifted to the mirror, her eyes landing onto her reflection. The glass surface reflected her pained etched face.
Aria examined her reflection, her eyes tracing the little wound lines on her face. She looked at her gray eyes and the determined glint in her eye with the slight furrow between her brows.
Aria's gaze wandered from her reflection and around the small bathroom, her eyes scanning the space. She spotted a small towel hanging from a corner, its edges neatly folded, inviting her to take a moment to refresh herself.
Aria picked up her walking stick, the familiar weight of the stick in her hand provided a sense of stability.
She leaned on it, shifting her weight onto the stick for support as she took her first step.
Step by step, Aria made her way to the towel, her injured leg throbbing with each movement. The pain shooting through her limb like electrical jolts. She winced, but refused to yield.
Reaching the towel, Aria grasped it firmly, the fabric soft against her skin. She brought it to her face, inhaling the fresh scent of cleanliness.
The aroma filled her senses, transporting her to a place beyond pain. Aria knew she couldn't take a full bath, not with her bandaged injuries. The thought of water seeping into the wounds made her shudder.
Instead, she opted for another solution. Aria grasped the small towel between her fingers and moved to the faucet. Her walking stick supporting her, she leaned the stick against the sink basin as she turned on the faucet and water began to flow.
Aria adjusted the temperature to make it warm, for the water to be more inviting. She tested it with her hand, ensuring it wasn't too hot or too cold.
Satisfied, she wet the towel, the water soaking into its fibers, making it perfect for her needs.
Aria wring out the towel, for excess of the water to drip into the sink. She folded the towel neatly, creating a comfortable and manageable square.
Aria began to clean her face with her good arm. She gently wiped away sweat and dirt, the coolness refreshing her skin.