[center][h1] [color=662d91]Grayson[/color] and [color=00aeef]Harley[/color] [/h1][/center][hr][hr][center]collaboration with [@December][/center][hr][hr]
[color=fff200]Day 5 10am[/color]
Sunlight had almost seemed like a foreign concept to Grayson.  The idea of a soft yellow light, warm on the skin but not scalding, seemed like an elusive notion that escaped his conscious thoughts.

After having spent around a year underground in a bunker with far too many people, all Grayson could think about was the way the sun light would feel against his pale skin. 

His mind had snapped back into attention as the crowd around him surged forward, rushing to escape the bunker. He was caught up in the current and forced out into the open world before he was fully prepared for the horrific scene that would fold out before him, almost like a ghastly theatrical event.

That had occurred three days ago. Before the opening of the doors, Grayson had no idea of the pain and suffering this brave new world would bring to him. The violent seizures, constant headaches, and volatile vomiting were merely three of the innumerable new discomforts brought to Gray by the asteroid.
 
[i]"As if taking my family wasn't enough... "[/i] The bitter thought passed through Gray's head, however it was quickly displaced as a wave of fire engulfed the man's lungs, burning out his ability to do anything but tremble.

The asteroid survivor lay crippled on the ground, curling into a tight ball on the wet tiles. As the barrage of burning agony subsided, he slowly regained a sense of his immediate surroundings. The first sensation that came to Grayson's attention was the warm liquid seeping over his bare body, slipping off of his skin and into a drain beneath his rib cage.

Next came the incessant noise of running water; a faucet showered Grayson with warm liquid. Slowly, with great difficulty and determination, he raised his head, cracking open his eyes just enough to see through the misty air that surrounded him. 

Grayson had been washing the pollution off of his skin in the showers when the sickness had overcome him. First came the irrefutable coughing, soon followed by rancid heartburn and wrenching vomiting dizziness and blurry vision had soon followed the unfortunate symptoms. It hadn't been long before the sick man had succumbed to his ailments and blacked out. 

Slowly dragging himself along the shower floor, Gray managed to fully immerse his body within the shower's stream of warm water and begin cleansing his skin of the bloody vomit that coating his arms, torso, and legs. The motivation to move disappeared with the unclean substances that coated Grayson's skin. Fatigue set in, sleep came swiftly. 

After an indiscernible amount of time passed, the man slowly regained consciousness and energy. After cutting off the water's flow and lackadaisically drying himself, Grayson managed to exit the locker room in a pair of sweatpants and make his way down the hall, leaning on the walls for support. 

Harley was heading for the outside doors when she saw the cute guy that is always oddly happy. He always seemed to make her smile. Noticing he still didn't look better she stopped him. [color=00aeef]"Are you okay? It's Grayson isn't it?" [/color] Harley put his arm around her and helped him get back to the living quarters. [color=00aeef]"What room are you in?"[/color]

Grayson wanted to refuse the girl's help, however he was too weak to even protest. He managed a weak nod in response to her first question, however he had to take a moment to compose himself before replying to her second inquiry.

[color=662d91]"Room 142."[/color] Grayson coughed, turning his head away from the girl to avoid coughing on her. He opened his mouth to ask her to confirm her name, however all that came out was a horrific wheeze. 

[color=00aeef]"I'm Harley. Come on let's get you to bed."[/color] Harley got his door open when it happened.

Grayson's body betrayed no harbinger of the vomit until it appeared. Frankly, he was surprised he had any substance left within his stomach to remove; nonetheless, if came forth. The puke covered Harley's left shoulder and part of her hair, giving her a rather awful appearance and stench. 

Grayson couldn't even apologize before Harley's sudden shift in her support caused him to fall to the ground, overtaken by a fit of stomach convulsions as his would-be crutch recoiled from him. 

Harley hadn't expected it but she should have. It wasn't the first time in the last week someone had vomitted on her. She knelt down and rubbed his back absentmindedly while she looked around for the nearest wheelchair. They had been getting a lot of use this week. [color=00aeef] "Stay here."[/color] She could feel the slimy vomit dripping onto her ear as she grabbed the wheelchair and went back to get him. 

Harley helped him  into the chair and ran him to the shower doors and she knew she was going to have to clean up so she ran him into the ladies showers. Finding no one in there she took off her jacket and turned the water on to a temperature that wouldn't make him scream from it. Next she pulled him out of the chair and set him under the luke warm water. He didn't even seem to be coherent at this point. 

Harley looked to make sure he wasn't looking at her and she slipped into the shower areabehind the curtain. She wasn't sure why she seemed to care. He was too sick to pay her any attention. [color=00aeef] "Crap!"[/color] She said as she peaked out at him and looked at the shampoo bottle across the way from her.  She felt the wet slimy stuff running in her hair and she hurried across into the public part of the room to get it.  She slipped and when she did her arms flailed in the air and water shot out of her hands like a fire hydrant sending her flying backwards into the wall. Harley shrieked and then she looked up to see his eyes on her. [color=00aeef]"Close your eyes!"[/color]

She managed to get to her knees and slip and slide back behind the curtain. She grabbed a towel and walked carefully to get the shampoo. She had bruised herself pretty good she started to see the bruising as  it popped up on her thigh. She groaned.

Grayson slowly brought his head around to watch Harley as she retrieved the bottle of shampoo from the shelf on the wall. From the vomiting and nausea to the odd display of water theatrics, Grayson was left feeling disoriented beyond compare. It reminded him of the few times he had tripped acid in college, however the vomit element added a whole new degree of repulsiveness to the situation. 

The water raining from above ran into Gray's eyes, blurring his vision and soaking the pair of sweatpants he was wearing. It took him a few minutes to bring the spasms in his stomach under control; by the time he had finished, Harley had finished her shower.

Now coherent enough to understand the situation at hand, Grayson closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands.  [color=662d91]"My eyes are closed. You can do what you need to."[/color] The words sounded choked and sickly, but they were still comprehensible. 

Harley peaked out and grabbed her clothes and went around to the other side so he couldn't see her dress without getting up.  She hissed as she felt the pain of the deep bruise. [color=00aeef]"Ohh that is gonna leave a mark."[/color] She sighed. She came around and washed off her jacket and she cleaned up the chair and then she started to clean him up. [color=00aeef]"Good grief you are a mess." [/color]She could see that he felt terrible about the whole thing and she halfway smiled.[color=00aeef] "You aren't the first to throw up on me, just the first one today. Come on let's get you back to your bed."[/color]

She loaded him up and took him back to his room. This time he was carrying an empty bucket from the janitor's closet on his lap. Harley smiled at how many showers she had been taking lately. Harley looked at her hands oddly. That couldn't have really happened like that, could it? She was really starting to feel like water was really her element.[hr][hr][@King Tai][@MissCapnCrunch][@Aeternum][@RumikoOhara][@Spinosaurus][@Kyrisse][@Metronome][hr]