The hot water ran down his body. Mark needed to clear his head before facing you. He'd had hoped that the hot water would wash away the pain. It didn't. Flashes of the explosion shot through his mind, they were accompanied with a sharp pain. He took one last deep breath before shutting off the water. He stepped out and grabbed one of those stupid plush towels you loved.

More memories flashed through his head, they seemed to be unending. Except, they got worse. Images of doctors offices and scans flashed through his mind. He gripped the sink until his knuckles turned white, breathing now ragged. The thought of what was happening was too much to bear sometimes. It sure as hell was right now.

As he let go of the sink and opened the medicine cabinet, there was a soft knock on the door. He quickly grabbed the little orange bottle. Swallowing the pill felt like a lump going down his throat. He grimaced as he did it. The pills were just another painful reminder of his future, which seemed to be ending more quickly than he wanted it too. The knocking didn't stop.

"Shit," he grumbled under his breath, shakily exhaling. "I'm fine!" He shouted, hoping to convince you. "Just forgot how good having unlimited hot water felt," he added with a strained chuckle that he knew you wouldn't buy.