Keith woke up near a toilet. The smell of vomit pierced his nostrils and he puked. The sound of water on water hit his ears. Where the fuck am I he thought. The bathroom was not his. It was tiled big, multiple urinals behind him and another toilet next to him.
"What the fuck."
The stall he was in was all metal. He got up shakily, and went to the sink. Some puke was on the floor beind him he stepped around it.
The cold water composed him, and he splashed it on his face, and the back of his neck. He was so hot. His white shirt had a few stains all of different degrees of green. There was some blue from the one cocktail.
He was in the lab, or the building of the lab. All the way in the basement. The shower room. He wet his hair, and dried it a little using the hand drier. He drank some of tap water, and then used toilet paper to kind of clean up. There were camera's here, but maybe someone would see him. He couldn't be caught like this.
"Hey Keith, how you doing down there?"
Who the fuck was that Keith thought.
"What the fuck."
The stall he was in was all metal. He got up shakily, and went to the sink. Some puke was on the floor beind him he stepped around it.
The cold water composed him, and he splashed it on his face, and the back of his neck. He was so hot. His white shirt had a few stains all of different degrees of green. There was some blue from the one cocktail.
He was in the lab, or the building of the lab. All the way in the basement. The shower room. He wet his hair, and dried it a little using the hand drier. He drank some of tap water, and then used toilet paper to kind of clean up. There were camera's here, but maybe someone would see him. He couldn't be caught like this.
"Hey Keith, how you doing down there?"
Who the fuck was that Keith thought.
