[center][h1][color=39b54a]Robert Moore[/color][/h1][h3]Day 6:Morning[/h3][/center]

Robert awoke miserable. He was feeling much better now. It only felt like a trio of burly men had beaten his skull with rubber mallets for one thing. For another, his stomach had settled enough that he only felt like he was on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean in a mild storm. He was actually feeling human enough to notice the smell and the unpleasant grimy feeling in his mouth.

He managed to ease himself off the bed. It took a minute to steady himself from the sudden bout of dizziness before he began the task of stripping his bedding. He managed to ease his door open with a big armful of sheets and pillow cases and blankets bundled up in his arms. He looked around the hallways. Either it was too early for many people to be out and about, or it was late enough that no one was wandering the hallways of the living quarters. 

He set off for the laundry rooms. This was getting to be a routine, he felt. 

It took a lot longer for him to get to the laundry room than he had expected. His limbs were trembling by the time he'd made it there and he had to fight off bouts of dizziness on the way there. However, once he'd gotten to the laundry room, it hadn't taken long for him to load his laundry.

Another half hour later, and he was in the showers. With how weak he felt, he was careful to always lean against a wall to prevent himself from slipping. He reveled in the sensation of clean skin as he washed off the accumulated sweat and grime. He couldn't help but notice that he seemed even thinner than before. He frowned. That would have to be remedied soon. When he was done, he was feeling almost human.

He made his way to the dining area and stumbled upon the breakfast preparations. Apparently he had woken up early, rather than late. He paused then made his way to the kitchen area. The scent of food was like a stab to the gut.

He couldn't remember when he'd last eaten. In fact, it just occured to him that he didn't even know how long he'd been sick. He hesitantly approached one of the people preparing breakfast. 

He opened his mouth to ask a few questions, and found that it took a few tries before he could get a sound out. He cleared his throat and managed to croak out, "[color=39b54a]Uh, sorry to bother you, but what day is it?[/color]"