My cheeks began to itch.
Inside and out.
Once inside the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked…puffy…
“Puffy,” I whispered. “Fuck.”
I needed to do something.
And fast.
I didn’t need medicine or a damn ambulance.
I needed to just rinse all the ginger out of my mouth.
I needed to…
I looked in the mirror again and then turned.
April stood to my right.
I looked at the shower straight ahead.
“Fuck it,” I whispered.
I hurried to the shower and turned on the water.
“Seb? What are you doing?”
“Going to take a shower and clean up,” I said. “Wash my hair and my face. You know, just relax a little here…”
I ripped open the shower door and stepped into the shower.
Fully clothed.
I had no problem taking my clothes off in front of April but I didn’t have time.
“Seb, how bad is this?” April asked.
I ignored her and shut the shower door.
I stood in the water, mouth open.
The water ran across my hair, my eyes, my nose, and then obviously in and out of my mouth.
This was the best idea I had.
My clothes were soaked in seconds, but whatever.
I tilted my head back a little so I could breathe through my nose.
And I just stood there.
When my mouth filled up, I spit the water out.
I repeated it over and over.