A sound caught her attention and alerted her out of her deep thoughts. Turning her head, blue eyes took note of the opened bathroom door and Juliette walking in. Once again, Aileen was plagued by the few memories she head, awaking in the Hospital Wing surrounded by those in pain. Juliette had looked worse for wear, cringing in pain yet forced herself off of the floor. And then there was the dead little girl... No! she told herself as she closed her eyes for a moment. Don't think about it.
If she didn't think, then she could forget. And if she could forget, then life could go on and everything would be fine. Wouldn't it?
Opening her eyes once more, she looked at her friend. Only to see the other look like she was going to be sick before turning around. Mentally, she winced at the sight, knowing very well the other did not wish to speak with her. Probably did not wish to see her. Aileen felt a mix between guilt, which she rarely felt at all, and anger. For she did not recall her actions that would make the other like this.
But the raven-haired girl kept quiet, her face a mask of calm indifference, as she rose from her bed and silently made her way to the bathroom. She casted one last look to the blonde, her blue eyes showing her mixed feelings before she turned away and and closed the door behind her.
She did not bother to lock it, for she planned to shower. And one would have had to been deaf to not hear the running water. She turned the water on to the hottest setting and stripped her clothes and it began to fall. Her body shivered with the cold from her memories and as she stepped under the scalding water, she felt she still couldn't get warm enough.