The shower I took was long and well needed. I ignored the small stings I felt from the cuts and my shot leg, trying to erase the pain with the soothing hot water. I stood directly under the shower head, letting the water pour onto my head and body, rinsing all of the weeks dirt, grime, and blood from me. I felt like every bad feeling that I once felt went down the drain with the soap and the weeks filth. I stood there with my eyes closed, relieved that we were all finally safe and that I was finally getting clean. 
My shower ended after what felt like hours and I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my now clean hair and another around my body. A cloud of steam followed behind me as I opened the bathroom door and entered my room. I carefully walked to the small, twin sized bed where I collapsed in it's comfort. It had been so long since I was able to let down my guard and relax. It was almost surreal, like a dream. Just the thought of being safe again made me cry tears of joyous relief. I didn't realize how scared I'd been since we were in the forest, completely at risk and in the open. We'd escaped being imprisoned and killed. We'd escaped a shower of bullets...mostly. Well, we'd escaped long enough to survive. We survived and we made it and the thought of almost dying in the middle of the woods was terrifying and I hadn't let that sink in until now. My tears were filled with every emotion that I had been holding in these past couple of days. My tears were proof that I was alive. Finding the Grey Base was a miracle. 
After lying around and decompressing in my towel for a while, I reached over to my new uniform and decided it was time to get dressed. It was clean and crisp. I couldn't believe I'd been stuck in the same clothes for so long. My clean ones would feel like heaven. I carefully stuck one leg in each pant leg, trying my hardest to avoid my wound. With a tired sigh I finished dressing myself. I carefully removed the towel I had my hair wrapped in, letting a few drops of water drip from the ends of my hair and onto my back. I braided my hair in two braids that draped over each of my shoulders. Dinner was soon, so I was set and ready to go. I opened my door, took a seat in my dreaded wheel chair,  and left my room in hopes to run into the others.