Footsteps rang down the hall, and then Doctor Mills appeared in the doorway. He moved deftly, coming over and undoing the straps, then smiling at me as he helped me to my feet. I tripped when he tried to lead me to the sink, and he looked down and frowned. My legs were shackled to the bed. Once again, what kind of twisted hopsital is this? He leaned down and pressed a few buttons on a complicated remote control, and then the heavy pressure around my legs ceased to be. I sighed and suffle dover to the bathroom, staring at my hazel eyes in distress. Today, they were blue and yellow. Which only made me wonder just how many times my eyes changed colors!

He closed the door softly, giving me my privacy as I turned te taps on hot. Soon it was scalding, but without a second thought I stripped down and plunged into the tub. Instantly I was burning, but it stopped after about ten minutes. Then I scrubbed every inch of me, searching around for a razor but finding nothing. Washing my hair and draining the tub, I sigh.