"C'mon, Mike, you need a bath." You tried to reason with Michael, who just got out of the control of Ennard.

His skin was purple. He had holes in his body. He was rotting. He taped gauzes over the holes in his cheeks that showed his teeth. His sclera was pitch black, his pupils were white dots. He had tape and bandages around his arms, hands and fingers for goodness sake! It wasn't a pretty sight.

"I'm good," Michael protested, trying to sound like he didn't need it. He knew he needed it, but he didn't want to. But, the look in your eyes told him that he was going to take a bath.

So, here he was, sitting in the bath while you washed him. The soap in the water covered him, keeping him modest. All the tape and bandages were off him, showing the holes in his skin. You could just barely see the hole where he got scooped so Ennard could wear his skin. You're still getting used to that fact..

The hole was big... it made you upset. There were no organs in his body. It was just... empty. Barely any bones, either. The water of the bath was going into the hole. That must hurt, even just a little bit, like a little prick. No wonder he didn't want to take a bath...