Bob was escorted to his room and got a couple hours rest. It had helped to calm his mind. He was starting to get sick of the smell of his shirt though. He sat on his bed and decided to clear out his backpack. It was a mess from the can of peas. He pulled things out of it. The peas and napkin ended up on his bedside table beside the old vienna sausage cans. HE dropped the jello cup on the floor and not much later the milk cartion from dinner the night before joined it.
He pulled out his water bottle and sat it on a different part of the table- away from the other stuff. The blanket came out next, thoroughly soaked and covered in the remaining peas. He opened it up and spread it on the floor to try. He wasn't sure if it could be washed- or even really how to wash things without destroying them. He pulled his precious, laminated library card out of the front pocket and slung the empty bag over his shoulder. As he moved to leave the room he glanced back at his things- leaving them was a worry. Then he stepped out, checking the handle twice.
He stepped into the bathroom a few moments later, walking quick. He found it blissfully empty- everyone was probably having dinner or doing other evening tasks. He got undressed and stepped into the water. He started scrubbing his shirt on itself, the tomato soup from the day before turned the water red, briefly, then a grey-brown as the older gunk started to come out of it. His jeans sat at his feet and soaked in water, they'd be next. He still had his underwear on, he'd do them last. The shower spray only hit him mid-chest so showering was a bit of a pain, but it was perfect for washing out his clothes. He wrung the shirt out and checked it for holes before rinsing and wringing it again. He slapped it over the shower-head bar so it would be clear of the water and started on his jeans.
The jeans took a good half hour and he was surprised the water hadn't run cold by the time he gave them a final wring. He wondered where he could find more clothes, like the bed- anything they had in stock would likely be too small for him. He'd been lucky to find what he had. He would have to ask eventually. This place made him somewhat uneasy in its giving. He'd used a lot of hot water, a luxury. He had taken food with him to bed today- just free food. It was a weird thought. He tried not to dwell on it as he wrung his pants out. Boxers next. He made quick work of them- the water ran clear in no time thanks to the light fabric. His socks were a lost cause- holey and gross. HE tried to wash them but they were falling apart. He condemned them to the trash.
He rinsed out his bookbag and turned it upside down to drain as he washed himself off. Cleaning his hair required bending half-over, but was nice anyway. He felt a lot better about the days events. A nap and a bath could have that effect. He wondered if it was possible to combine the two. He'd certainly slept in the rain enough times. He turned the water off and picked up his things, wringing them out one last time. He found a towel and wrapped it around his waist. With everything gathered and the old socks thrown out, he padded back to his room. He opened the window in his room and hung the shirt and jeans out it before putting the blinds back down. Hopefully they would dry overnight. He took the towel off and used the dry parts to mop out his backpack. He'd repack it once it dried all the way. He curled up on the bed, knees to his chest, and tried to think, as calmly as possible, about what he could do to make this place work for him. Today had been extremely taxing- as breaking down one's entire view of the world should be- and he needed to try to get his thoughts in order before his breakfast tomorrow. He wanted to make a better second impression than his first had been.