Characters: Brian and Open
Setting: Starts in his room, then moves outside the dorm
Content: SFW, come on. It is Brian.
Summary: Brian was on a cleaning spree, at least until he realized he'd obsessively rubbed his skin raw enough to bleed. Somehow he makes it outside in a rationale, calm manner. But he still has that problem of bleeding hands, and his gloves are really starting to sting.


He honestly hadn't kept track of how long he'd been cleaning. He simply knew that Alex had sneezed, and everything had seemingly tumbled down hill from there. The floors had to be scrubbed, the bedsheets and blankets sent through the wash, the chairs, doors and bathroom all disinfected. He'd nearly gone through one whole bottle of bleach before he realized that his hands were starting to shake badly, blood mixing with the bleach and running water.

For a moment he'd been confused, wondering why his gloves were gone. He never cleaned without them, so why had he done so now? He could have caught Alex's bug while scrubbing his chair down, or taking his sheets to the wash. It wouldn't have been smart to not wear his gloves. But yet, staring at his welted, raw hands, he had to admit that they were most certainly not on.

Which led to the more important realization- he was bleeding. That in itself was troubling, but added to it was the stress of not being able to leave his position over the sink without trailing the blood across the freshly cleaned floors. That in turned went right back to- why hadn't he worn gloves?

Looking over his shoulder, he could see the box where it sat on the desk chair, waiting for him. It was too far away to walk to, but his wand was sitting next it as well; which meant there was no choice but to walk to it. It was distressing, this whole vexing situation. Looking back to his cleaning, Brian stared at the sink for some time, watching the blood and water mix before he sighed and too the bleach drenched rag and gingerly wrapped it about one hand. He then pressed the rag covered hand down on the other. Taking a deep breath he turned from the sink and walked as quickly as he could to the box of gloves.

But now he was faced with a new problem- How to get them on. Sighing he fidgeted in place for a while, looking about the room as if Erica or Ben would magically appear and just do it for it. Not that it was likely to happen, even if they did show up. However, he supposed, it was nice to daydream that they would. But none of that was helping him at the moment.

"Just do it," he whispered to himself, before slowly reaching out to pull one glove from the pack. Carefully he worked one on, then the other. And then, without a bat of the eye, we went back to cleaning. That had to be done first, he figured, before Alex came back. Of course if Alex came back and sneezed again- he'd have to start all over. It was flu season, and Alex liked to hang out with sickly looking people. Maybe he could disinfect Alex....

That probably wouldn't go over well with the rest of the school, really. But the thought had merit, if you asked him.

Focusing on his task once more, Brian kept to cleaning until every each of the room smelled of bleach. It was only then, after putting away the cleaning products, that he gathered a few belongings and headed out the door. Once outside he looked about the commons in a bit of vague confusion...wondering if he should see the nurse for his hands or not.

Tags: !incomplete, brian redd, francios prideaux