Don't drop the soap!
The trip to the bathroom was a blur, a mess of doors and the occasional out-of-focus shocked bystander.
He slammed the door shut and leant against it, his feet sliding on the chilly cream-tiled floor as his shaky hands gripped the door knob for support, reddened right cheek pressed against the cool wooden surface. His chest heaved. Was running always this exhausting, or was he just out of shape?
It didn’t matter. A shower would fix things. A nice, hot shower.
Logan peeled off all his clothes and threw the damp garments to the floor, which made a ‘splat’ on contact. An abrupt wave of nausea crashed over him and he bent over, arms wrapped around his shrunken stomach; eyes screwed shut. His brain felt like it had grown sharp spikes and was bouncing against his skull with every movement.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to straighten - his spine crackled in reluctant pain.
“GHK-!” Logan choked, staggering. A scorching cold chill wracked him. It was like his insides were shedding, and the old skin was filling up his lungs, his stomach; entangling his wiry veins and cutting off the blood flow. Eyeballs were freezing over, adamantium bones melting and dripping out of his skin.
When did he end up on the floor?
Logan painstakingly crawled to the shower, blindly pressing the buttons to turn on the water. Hot droplets ran down his clammy skin, and only a small part of his brain told him to be embarrassed when he half-whimpered, half-moaned in satisfaction as he let the steam warm him.
Closing his eyes, thoughts softened, dissipated into a thick fog that numbed his senses. Something was calling a name somewhere. He mumbled intelligibly as he attempted to remember his own name, but stopped as he opened his eyes and forgot what he had been doing as cream-coloured-swirls filled his vision. Any memory of what he had done that morning may as well have become part of the steam that surrounded him.
His eye lids grew heavy, and a delirious giggle bubbled out of his throat as his whole soma went insensate.
The swirling world went dark, and he barely registered the crunching stab in the back of his head and his rump before everything mollified into a comforting nothing.