Thhrrruuuu.
The sharp sound of urine slamming into the toilet water echoed through the bathroom, lasting a few seconds before tapering off.
A moment later, a final strain forced out the residue before the toilet flushed and water roared down the bowl.
There was no sound from the sink.
Dickson stepped out of the toilet, and immediately reeled back, heart lurching.
"Holy void!"
Standing there was a figure in a long, flowy white gown, completely still. A black detox face mask covered her face, leaving only a pair of piercing blue eyes visible as they stared straight at him.
In the dim lighting, she looked less like a person and more like some vengeful spirit waiting to claim a soul.
Dickson froze.
Then recognition hit.
"Abigail?"
His racing heart slowly settled as relief washed over him.
I don't know why she still uses that, he thought, irritation creeping in where fear had been.
