"There are two showers in there" he said blankly "if you feel you need one feel free"
He walked through the door and into the large roomy front of him were two sinks and by each sink a large shower. Voltus took the one to the right, closest to the door he entered and Eliot out of his suit trousers, being careful not to get it caught on the brace, he tossed it over the top of the frosted glass panel which devised the shower from the rest of the toilet. He pushed a red button embedded on the wall and warm water came gushing out of the shower head. He stood there, naked, letting the water flow over him, washing the blood and grime off his sweaty body, He took the object that he got from the drawer back in the room off the soap rack. A sheathed dagger, he pulled the blade from it's sheath and watched it gleam in the light, he pushed it against his left arm and proceeded to drag it across his pale flesh, drawing blood. He did it again each time his hand terembling even more. When he was done there were for bloody cuts on his arms the same size and depth as the hundreds of others that crisscrossed his arms.