Tend to your wounds

You slowly but surely regained your balance. You set your sites on what was at hand, getting those splinters out. With that one goal in mind, you set out to find a public restroom. Despite the horror of the situation, and the horrible state you were in, you felt strangely at ease.

It took an hour of walking for you to find anywhere with suitable facilities, but not for a scarcity of restrooms. In fact, the vast majority of the shops and restaurants you passed by had a restroom. But whenever you tried to use these facilities, a staff member would spot you and say those same two horrible words, “customers only.” And unable to speak, you had no chance to convince them otherwise.

As you searched for a restroom, you began to notice that things were… off. You would occasionally catch them, irregularities, logical errors, thing the were almost right. Like how it seemed to be a new moon tonight despite being a half moon yesterday. Men wearing long sleeve shirts and long pants, and women in heavier dresses, despite it being the middle of summer. Or the strange lack of leaves on the trees. The one that stood out to you the most, however, was the temperature. It was windy and cold.

You did eventually manage to find a public restroom. A cinder block looking building right at the entrance to a park. You hurried inside and locked the door behind you. Finally, you were alone. You took off your coat and hanged it over the door of a stall, but you kept your heels on. The floor looked dirty and the last thing you needed was one of the cuts on your feet to get infected. Then, you began to meticulously remove every single thorn from your body. It was painful, but it was over. You examined your naked body in the mirror.

You looked horrible. Your sexy body was now covered in scratches and bruises, and the bruises had turned from red patches into a splattering of black, red, and blue. You knew that meant they were healing, but it definitely didn’t help you look any better.