Slowly, she tucks the towel more firmly around her as she stands up, small face grimly determined. Leaning against the wall for support, she slowly makes her way to the door. She will not call him, she doesn't need him, she doesn't.
Her feet leave wet prints on the floor as she reaches for the keypad and tries to hold onto the towel at the same time, wobbling.
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Date: 2006-09-13 10:11 pm (UTC)Her feet leave wet prints on the floor as she reaches for the keypad and tries to hold onto the towel at the same time, wobbling.