Jack nodded.
"Okay; I'll do that."
As he went to the bathroom; he murmured to himself.
"I hope they have big enough towels here; it'll be a bit embarrassing if they're not wide enough to fit round me..."
He stepped in to the bathroom and removed the rest of his clothing; placing it on top of what appeared to be a washing basket. He was filthy. Dried mud caked his lower legs; dried blood; mostly Laura's from when he was fixing her up, covered most of his arms and torso. There was a good deal on his abdomen from where he'd wiped her face on his shirt after that severed head incident too. To make matters worse; sweat had allowed it all to run downwards; so where he'd hoped his jeans had covered everything and stopped it from getting too messy; he was wrong. Oh Hell it's got down there? This isn't going to be fun at all. Let's try and find the strongest cleaning agent in the house shall we?
He set to looking for it; there were some pretty weird looking bottles here; maybe he just wasn't used to foreign brands. There was a worrying amount of cleaning products that were clearly aimed at women here too. No way; did they expect me to bring a woman back here? Is that why the place is so large? That's gotta be bullshit. His 'present' still wasn't here either. He found a bottle of men's wash that looked okay; it was a Lynx brand. Even here I get Lynx; every birthday, every Christmas; this stuff is all I get; now here too? It didn't matter.
He stepped into the shower and got to scrubbing himself down; the water was nice; hot but not scolding. He took a moment to just relax and let it trickle down him. That's nice. It had been a while since he'd had a proper wash; he always enjoyed it. Getting back to scrubbing; it would be another twenty minutes before he was satisfied that almost all the muck and blood was gone.
He stepped back out and picked up a towel; it was of a reasonable size; he tied it up around his abdomen; it covered everywhere from there to his lower thighs. Picking up his dirty clothes; he left the bathroom and went back out into the main bedroom. Come to think of it; I'm going to need new trousers; socks and underwear aren't I? No point putting dirty ones back on. The only thing Jack would keep on was the belt; if the trousers turned up too large he didn't want them dropping down. He headed over to the wardrobe to pick out what he needed; talking to Laura on the way.
"I'm all done; there's a load of wash stuff in there; I was spoilt for choice."
When Jack reappeared Laura had already gotten herself up and had found herself a set of underwear and socks. She would have to keep the bra she had but as long as everything else was new that didn't bother her.
"Then I'll go to town. Good thing you still have that medical stuff, I'll have to patch up my wounds after this."
With that she picked up all her new clothes and made her way to the bathroom, unlike Jack she was going to get dressed and ready in there. Though she could use a hand with the dressings afterwards but that only required her to lift her shirt.
Disappearing into the bathroom she locked the door behind her. Once inside she placed her fresh clothes on the counter top near the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible, blood soaked and sweat stained. Not to mention the mess that was her hair. She'd have a good wash. Though she knew showering would cause some discomfort it was nessesary.
Stripping off what was left of her clothes, throwing all to the side that she didn't need, keeping the bra on the other pile. Taking off her dressings she frowned at the mess behind them. Though the bleeding had stopped they looked angry.
Its very hard to do anything with one arm. But she managed get clean herself and her hair, it just took her a smile and a lot of pain. But she did it.
Once out she dried herself as best she could, wrapped a towel around her hair and got dressed, another task that isn't easy.
She felt clean, ready. Rolling up her shirt making it look like a crop top she revealed her wound, it was oozing a little from being moved so much. That was easily patched, her shoulder was more of a flesh wound and was looking okay.
Replacing her shoes onto her feet, with her hair still in a towel on her head she slowly exited the bathroom looking a hell of a lot better.
"Well that wasn't easy. But I feel much better."