You behave like a Goody Two Shoes...

You calm yourself down and march into the bedroom. Nothing would seem to happen unless you did it yourself in your eyes. Your mind began to wander before you bring it all to a stop.

"Maybe... Maybe I could see the staff of this place." You mutter, your gaze wandering steadily to the dresser. "Okay... first things first, I need something to wear. I can't exactly storm into an office, completely naked."

You look in the dresser for clothes, taking out a pair of boxers, some jeans and a cream shirt. You slide the boxers on, wincing at their tightness around your groin, then put on the jeans with an aggressive yank. Similar to the boxers, the jeans feel tight around your crotch, though they were a bit more comfortable. Lastly, you put on the shirt, buttoning it up and looking in the bathroom mirror at yourself, the wound on your hand finally stopping bleeding.

You breathe out, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. The pain from the wound seemed to have eased up, but you came to the realisation that you'd have to replace the tissue surrounding it.

Tearing off a piece of tissue, the bathroom is filled with a pained groan. You attempt to unwrap it but fail to, accidentally jabbing the wound and causing a small dribble of blood to drip onto the floor. The tissue continued to be torn off, the wound slowly being revealed to you. Whilst it had stopped gushing blood, it seemed to be in need of bandaging for a while longer.

With the tissue in the toilet, you clench your fist, letting out a quiet yelp. Pain soared through your hand and you relaxed it, unable to take it any more.

Nervous, you try to distract yourself by chuckling, "If I had known I'd end up punching the mirror, I'd have brought a pair of boxing gloves!"

Your joke falls on deaf ears and you re-wrap your cut. Honestly, you were frightened of pouring water onto it, mostly in case you'd end up causing even more damage. This thought stayed in the back of your mind, like a foul odour in an elevator.

"Right... with that out of the way, I guess it's time to go..." You mutter to yourself, feeling the effects of loneliness begin to set in. You left the bathroom and opened the door into the hallway.

Behind the door, you find a pair of hiking boots. They were black, but seemed to be the perfect size for you. Noticing your lack of footwear, you couldn't help but put them on. They fit snugly around your feet and a smile crept across your face.