Leander
Hot water rained down on me in the shower as I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall. I let out a low groan. Why the hell had I thought drinking until I was arse over tit had been such a good idea? It, sure as f**k, didn't feel that way now.
Just breath, I coached myself, letting the air fill my lungs and release slowly. Deep breaths.
I could do this...
I could stand long enough to take care of a rudimentary task such as cleaning myself.
Finally, I pulled myself together enough to stop nuzzling the wall.
Squeezing some shampoo into my hands, I began the mundane task of washing my hair and let my thoughts drift. The competition began today. I hadn't looked at the time before stumbling into the shower, but more than likely, I'd already missed the morning session. That
