It was dawn by the time Miles burst out of the closet. He looked like he had just walked off the set of a zombie movie. Miles’ jacket was only half on and the rest torn apart, the shirt sleeves barely reached past elbows before dissolving into tatters a few stray strands sticking to his arms in blood. His pants had one leg turned into shorts and obvious bite marks all over his arms, overlaying on similar old scars.
Seeing his clothes in the infirmary mirror Miles had to take deep breaths to maintain his composure. Spying his luggage nearby Miles hastily opened it and grabbed out a fresh suit. Looking up he saw Donna in the reflection smirking behind him.
“Donna, dear, I hope you enjoyed last night. Trapping me in there and ruining my clothes. Minako seemed sick and I couldn't get her any medicine...” biting his cheek Miles punched the mirror, the hairline cracks appearing to sever Donna’s head as she left the infirmary. Rummaging through the medical drawers he found a bottle of painkillers.
Gulping down a handful Miles threw his ruined clothes in a bin and did light first aid cleaning the cuts and bandaging them. Miles got out one of his black suits with a red undershirt. New shoes with a mirror polish and a black cravat completed his ensemble. Seeing his reflection Miles was content, new clothes and the new bite marks didn’t affect his movement too much.
@WaddleDaisyGiving himself a wink in the mirror, Miles felt a lot better about himself. Taking his luggage to Minako’s room knocked and entered, seeing Minako in just a towel.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Minako! I’ll just leave my things here while you change and I’ll gladly escort you to the morning PE session” coughing and making a point of not looking at the area Minako was in, Miles put his luggage by an unoccupied bed.
“I’ll be waiting outside, you’re a big girl, you don’t need help with clothes” walking to the door he spares a quick grin over his shoulder before turning back.
